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Kitty ran her tongue quickly over her lips to wet them, then pressed them into the soft down covering Betsy’s mound. She could feel the muscles working inside of Betsy’s sex, tensing and relaxing just as they’d done when she’d fingered her.

“Baby, oh baby,” she sighed. “You have such a beautiful little pussy. I love this purple hair you shave so carefully so it’s not in my way; the pretty pink lips I get to kiss. I could lick you forever and never get tired of the taste.”

Betsy whimpered, though it didn’t seem like a sound of either need or protest. It was more like a helpless, instinctive response to the satisfaction Kitty was giving her.

“Do you want that?” Kitty asked. “Maybe not forever, but at least until you can’t take anymore. Tell me, Betts. Do you want to feel my tongue inside you? Do you want me to make you come; want me to tastehow you come?”

“MMMmmmm!”

“Tell me,” Kitty insisted, pushing her face against Betsy’s opening, feeling it quiver and quicken with wetness, anoint her skin with Betsy’s liquid arousal. Only after burnishing her features with Betsy’s juice did she run her tongue up, then down Betsy’s spreading womanhood. “Tell me you want me to keep going! Do you like it when I lick your cunt or don’t you?”

“Uuuuhhhh! Nnnnhh!”

“Say it!” Kitty rasped. “I want to hear the words from your mouth. I want them to burst out of you like your cum does when I get you off!”

“Yessss!” Betsy finally growled, the cry breaking out of her like she was sobbing with relief.

Her whole body bucked forward, thrusting her trembling pussy at Kitty’s hungry tongue, her pleasuring mouth. Her thighs closed around Kitty’s head, trapping it in place for Betsy to work her cunt against as she rutted her hips up and down.

“Lick me!” Betsy keened. “Put your tongue inside me and lick it all! Do it to me! God, please! Eat me like only you can! I can’t stand it anymore! I need you! I need your hot, wet tongue fucking me! Ohhhh! PLEASE! Fuck me with your tongue!”

She didn’t really need to beg. Kitty was more than eager to give her what she wanted. But as much as she wanted to eat Betsy’s pussy, she wanted to hear Betsy beg and plea just a little bit more. She knew now, from Betsy’s desperation and excitement at finally getting fucked, that she had a fighting chance of reclaiming Betsy from Scott. She’d prove to Betsy, in every way a woman could, how good it would be for the psychic if she stayed with Kitty, stayed with her legs open to Kitty’s tongue.

With her mouth pressed flush against Betsy’s wet opening, Kitty wiggled her tongue slowly into Betsy’s cunt, snaking it into the pressure of Betsy’s convulsing folds and licking away at the taste she found—withdrawing before the feeling on Betsy’s end amounted to more than a tantalizing tease, a hint at the fullness of sensation Kitty could give her.

Kitty’s mouth tingled from the slightly bitter sweetness inside of Betsy’s open lips. It was a taste she had dreamed of all the time they’d been apart and now that she’d finally gotten it back in her mouth, she was determined never to let it go again.

“Kitty!” Betsy moaned, reaching down to claw her fingers into Kitty’s thick curls, force her face even deeper between her spread legs. “Oh, Kitty! You don’t know how good that feels! But I still need more! It’s been so long—it’s not enough just to play with me! I want… I want… you know what I want. Put it into me. Dominate me with it—please? Press your tongue inside of me and lick me there. I want to feel your tongue plunging into me like a—“ She stopped, gulped, then said, “Like you do so well.”

Kitty knew what she’d really meant to say, though. Like a cock, you mean. Like Scott’s cock. That’s what you want, isn’t it, you cow? Even with my tongue inside you, even after you begged for it, you still want him to fuck you. Well, I’ll show you. I’ll tongue-fuck you so hard, the next time you’re with him, you’ll be wishing his tongue could do what mine can, much less his prick. Just you wait, Betts, I’ll get you addicted to my mouth just in time for you to lose it! she vowed quietly.

Taking a firm hold of both Betsy’s thighs, Kitty opened the other woman’s legs as far as they would go. The lips of her pussy opened wide, revealing all the sweet pink wetness inside of her, vividly exposed to Kitty’s greedy eyes and, soon, to her questing tongue. Kitty took a deep breath, then buried her face in that wet pussy like she was diving for sunken treasure.

And there was treasure to be found between Betsy’s toned thighs: the delicious taste of her, the exquisite feel of her inner flesh quivering to the licking of Kitty’s tongue, but not only that. There was the ultimate treasure. The taste of Betsy’s delectable cream flowing into her mouth and then warming its way down Kitty’s throat. As much as Betsy had pissed her off, at that moment, Kitty wanted more than anything to bring her to orgasm and drink her fill of that tasty syrup.

She stiffened her tongue, making it as rigid as she could, then pumped it in and out of Betsy’s splayed pussy. Betsy’s thighs tensed with corded muscle, quivering electrically against Kitty’s hands, and from the way Betsy rocked from side to side, Kitty knew she would soon have what she wanted.

Maybe Betsy wanted to be in love with Scott, but her body was in love with what Kitty did to it. It had come alive as passionately as it had the last time, responding with all the desire in her sculpted flesh to how Kitty’s tongue writhed inside of her cunt.