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Kitty had to bite her lip to keep from sighing in pleasure. She pulled at her own hair, feeling Jean’s tongue dip and tease her fiery opening. And with every little lick, more moans tried to force themselves out of her clenched teeth.

Lord, what’s wrong with me? she asked herself, eyes again focusing on the wild pagan coupling of Kurt and Rogue. She’d started out lusting for Kurt, but now the two’s fucking was a part of her desire—her blazing, uncontrolled desire—and her obscene voyeurism was as arousing as the burning, tingling touch of Jean’s tongue.

It seemed like forever since she’d been engaged to Piotr, faithful to Piotr, and in that time, she’d gone across an incredible milestone. She knew she couldn’t go back. She was watching Kurt fuck another woman while her own pussy was sucked by Jean—yet another of Kurt’s satisfied victims. Her life with Piotr was a thing of the past. She knew she couldn’t be content with it now.

Kitty also knew, as she kept staring raptly at the jerking figures of Kurt and his all-but-sister, that all her relationships, everything she thought she knew was fraying. Life as she knew it was breaking apart. The future was an absolute unknown, but it suddenly felt like hers. And if she wanted Kurt, wanted to be fucked like Rogue was getting fucked, that was her path for better or worse.

Almost helplessly, Kitty felt her thighs closing around Jean’s head, trapping her soft hair and sweaty face in the heat of her luscious-feeling cunt. Jean’s tongue was a machine, slashing over her pussy and sweeping into it and washing over it, teasing at the little pulse of her clit, sucking on the folds of her labia, finally plunging deep into her opening. Kitty’s heated walls sheathed Jean’s penetrating tongue. They convulsed, contracting and twitching around it. Her engorged lips shone with both her running juices and Jean’s saliva.

Jean clawed her fingers roughly into Kitty’s madly writhing buttocks, her tongue relentless, prodding, searching, entering every inch of her soft and lavish folds. It felt like it had a mind of its own!

Mindless need shook Kitty. She pressed her groin hard against Jean’s face, putting her hands down on top of Jean’s imprisoned head to hold it steady while she ground her lustful pussy into it. Jean’s tongue and lips and hands were everywhere, stampeding over Kitty’s body, touching and pleasing so much of her feverish flesh that Kitty’s mind could barely keep up with it. All of her consciousness was experiencing Jean’s licking, biting, sucking as the redhead feasted greedily on her passionately writhing sex.

Every single one of Jean’s efforts seemed to push Kitty towards a release for her ecstatically tormented flesh. Her hands tangled in Jean’s fiery hair, pulling that lovely face tighter against the frothing cauldron of her womanhood. Kitty’s mind pulled back from the delirium of the pleasure she was feeling, only to plunge her into the obscene sensuality of what she was seeing. The longer she looked at Kurt and Rogue welded together in carnal completion, the hotter she got. And Jean was the only thing sating her rushing urges.