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Silken couldn’t resist that tempting sight any more than Sand could. Her tongue darted out, leading the way as she pushed her way between Sand’s parted thighs, and she made a quick swipe over the succulent pink taste before her. Sand jerked violently when she felt herself being tasted. It felt as decadent to her as it tasted to Silken.

Sand ached to have Silken feel the same decadent pleasure, slick and glossy, that she was receiving. She moved slyly at first, subtly teasing—stretching out her tongue, but not very far, only allowing the tip to have its feel of Silken’s appropriately satiny lips. Then she was more open, more bold, truly exploring Silken’s quaking sex.

“Oh, wow, that’s a marvel!” Silken gasped, feeling her new lover’s flickering tongue make lavish use of her sensitivity. Her pussy was opening up on its own, her folds moistening before they were even touched by Sand’s wet tongue. Her body pumped and shivered, finally lunging in the air when Sand’s tongue browsed the tenderness of her clit.

Then she writhed, moaning, pushing her tongue into every taste bud Sand had. Her eyes grew large with her burgeoning passion as she was ravished by that gentle mouth. Her womanhood sung with anxious need. She had to have more even than Sand’s tongue was doing to her.

A heavy tremor went through Silken’s body, shaking all her jubilant curves, as Sand’s mouth pressed harder against her slit. The Latina’s tongue couldn’t go much deeper, but she could make Silken feel the rough yet soft pressure of her lips grinding against Silken’s entrance.

Silken was amazingly wet. She usually felt as lush, as decadent, as soft as her name, but Sand had her feeling like she was liquid, an ocean below the waist. Her thighs quivered with desirous energy. She had to force herself not to squeeze that lovely face nestled between them. Her curvaceous body leapt and buckled in jolts of pleasure, a sight almost as luscious as the expression of passionate delirium passing over her lovely face. All her thoughts were of the soft, warm lips filling her womanhood with pure enjoyment and then drawing it back out in delicious pulses.

“OOHH!” Silken crooned, nearly whistling the sound was so high. “Oh, Sand, there can’t be anything on Earth that feels like your tongue inside me!”

Nothing Sand could say could possibly be better than more sucking and tasting of Silken’s trembling sex, so she held her tongue—held it deep inside of Silken’s pussy. Her mouth ran upward, tongue crawling up the roof of Silken’s opening until it was nearly out of her, touching the woman’s stiffened clit. She felt the same ready convulsions that her own body was experiencing, purely at the taste and the sight that Silken’s naked flesh had to offer.

“Pinch your nipples,” Silken breathed to her lover, hot breath ravishing Sand’s pussy every bit as much as its aroma was raking over Silken’s senses.

“Do it for me,” Sand moaned, her hands flowing over her creamy breasts, but not going so far as to tantalize her own hardened nipples.

Silken kissed masterfully at Sand’s exquisite little pussy. Her teeth sank into Sand’s clitoris just enough to let her feel it, make her crave it. Then she slid a hand under Sand’s juicy ass, fondling the curvaceous flesh, then scratching it. She sucked while her fingernails scratched, then bit while her fingers rubbed. Keeping Sand suspended between pain and pleasure, her nerves braced and tender for what Silken did to her anticipating flesh.

“Do it yourself,” Silken demanded, her tone more firm. “Squeeze your nipples. Do it or I’ll bite your little clit so hard, you won’t know if you’re coming… or being set on fire.”

The threat, elegantly delivered in Silken’s husky tone, made Sand lurch. It was easy to forget, with Silken so decadently packaged, that she was a real bad girl. At least as bad as Sand had ever been. Maybe worse—and maybe that was why this felt so much better than it ever had when Sand was on her own.

Her breathing quavered and trilled at the increased pressure of Silken’s teeth on her clitoris. Sand was still walking the tightrope between pain and pleasure, but Silken was making her bend too one side. Gasping for breath, Sand reached to her breasts, catching the hard nubs between her thumbs and forefingers.

“Hard!” Silken reminded her, though it sounded more like an orgasmic cry than a command. Maybe for Silken, it was both.

Sand obeyed. Utter delight shot through her, penetrating deep inside her body. “OOHH!” Sand cried. “Yes!” She squeezed her nipples even harder between her fingers.

“Keep up the pressure,” Silken told her with a smile, again forcing her mouth against Sand’s splayed cunt. She ran her tongue along the inner folds of Sand’s pussy, into its depths, the quivering pressure of Sand’s innermost enjoyment.

And with her tongue as far into Sand’s womanhood as it could be, she pushed a finger into Sand’s asshole as if to meet her tongue, deep within Sand’s body.

Sand jerked, vibrating with enjoyment. Her nipples were tautly squeezed, her sex was a feast being devoured. And now her asshole was being fingered. It was too many sensations for her mind to feel at once. Reality rushed over her, far above her spiraling mind. Sand felt so good, so impossibly good. She wanted to stay like this forever.

Her swollen lips groaned and sighed and whimpered. Sand tried to hold herself still while her senses were overtaken by Silken’s relentless attack on her nerve endings. Her head flew back and forth. She tried and failed to restrain the shrill scream of her delight.

Waves of ecstasy washed over Sand, her cunt responding helplessly to the skillful ministrations of Silken’s tongue. The rapture held within her pussy was breaking her apart. Her orgasm was near. And soon, she came in a series of mind-blowing releases, gushing and gushing and gushing, Silken swallowing down as much of Sand’s nectar as she could. The intoxicating aroma of Sand’s delight filled her own body with pleasure.

Silken’s tongue had let loose a warm flood of cream from Sand’s womanhood; the blonde happily consumed that delectably flowing taste. Lifting her head, she smiled at the heaving body that went with the passion she’d inspired, Sand’s gorgeous breasts rolling with the movement of her well-pleasured form.

Sand’s surrender to her feelings was complete. She was not in control of her body; her bliss ruled her. As much as she wanted to keep tonguing Silken’s luscious cunt, she couldn’t, her body convulsing madly with gleeful spasms. Pure animal rapture overtook her. It was only out of self-preservation that, after several minutes, her body shuddered any less. Finally, she collapsed down in total exhaustion.

She lay like that for even longer than the small eternity she’d spent in orgasm. For all that her senses had been enthralled by Silken’s efforts, now she was only vaguely aware of the other woman’s presence—something the blonde beauty was only used to at times like this. Silken had stopped tonguing Sand’s womanhood, but her hand still rested in gentle savoring of a quivering, caramel-skinned breast.

“Enjoy yourself?” Silken asked at last, sounding positively feline in her appreciation of her own skill.

Sand sighed with a happy nod, too pleased to begrudge Silken her ego. “Enjoy isn’t the word. You made me feel… God… that must be everything a lady can feel. Silken, you really know what to do with a cunt.”

“You didn’t leave me with any doubts,” Silken retorted. “Fuck, the way you came—that must be how good a man feels when he’s down a woman’s throat.”

“Must be,” Sand agreed. “It can’t be any better… nothing can.”

Silken giggled. “So, you ready to go find that man of yours and make him your man? I can’t imagine there’s a joe alive that could say no to you right now.”

Sand jerked her head up to look at the author of her newfound pleasure. “Right now? Hell no. I want to give you some of what I just got. I couldn’t before—not when your tongue was reaming me as well as it was. But the desire hasn’t gone anywhere. I’m going to bring you as close to paradise as you got me.”

Silken fell upon Sand’s supple body, squeezing her tight. “I thought you might say that… you seem like the thankful sort.”

Sand stroked Silken from her golden hair to her palely perfect ass. “Think I’m going to thank you for making me pinch my own nipples like some kind of stripper?”

“You’re free to thank me any way you like,” Silken chuckled. “But I know I’m going to pinch mine…”

Sand laughed as she rolled Silken onto her back.

“Easy,” Silken asked suddenly. “Do it nice and easy, yeah? Like when I started on you. I like the way it builds and I like the way it goes when it’s really built up.”

“I thought you might say that,” Sand drawled, imitating Silken’s low voice.

She ran her dripping wet tongue all over Silken’s belly, then down into the hollow of her thighs. She teased Silken by withholding her tongue from the pink little mons where she was most sensitive, instead licking the quivering flesh around it. Sand kept up that torture of delighting Silken just where she didn’t want to be delighted until Silken was pleading to have her cunt licked.

“Please, Sand, please, please, not there, no, not there…”

Now Sand placed herself over the parted lips where Silken wanted her. Silken was writhing, moaning, her pleas to be made to climax not just in her voice, but in every undulation of her luscious body. Sand licked her lips. Then, with sumptuous languor, she pressed a fiery kiss into Silken’s pubic thatch.

“Oh God!” Silken moaned. “That’s it! That’s what I want!”

Sand took in Silken’s fragrant arousal with both her nose and her tongue, tasting the delicious flavor that went with the perfume of lust. Silken had a flood between her legs now. Her body twisted and turned in naked sensuality, showing her desperate need for relief. Sand grinned. It was Silken’s own version of what she’d done, giving Sand a taste, but not the full release she wished for. But unlike Silken, Sand could do something about getting what she wanted.

Sand paused, holding herself perfectly still. Her tongue was out, barely touching Silken’s cunt, but transmitting every ripple of motion that went through it to Sand’s delighting taste buds. Silken moaned, then shook. Finally, she convulsed, hunching her body to Sand’s waiting tongue.

She rutted and arched and writhed, rocking her overheated sex up and down on Sand’s stiff and unmoving tongue. Silken’s eyes rolled. Her jaw dropped open. She fucked herself on Sand’s tongue for long moments, until her sex was glazed with saliva and Sand’s mouth was filled with her juices.

Sand felt Silken’s throbbing clit now press against her tongue, Silken cooing as she managed to get herself touched right where she needed it most. At Silken’s voluptuous cries, Sand remembered what Silken had done for her. She slid her hands under her lover’s plump buttocks and drilled her finger between the cheeks, into Silken’s waiting anus. Silken jerked spasmodically at being penetrated even more, fucked twice over. Better than that: she was both fucking herself and being fucked, all at once.

“YEAH!” Silken yelled. “OOOH! YES! THAT’S SO GOOD! IT FEELS SO DAMN GOOD!”

Sand wasn’t as withholding with her finger as she’d been with her tongue. She flexed and wiggled in until she’d gotten the first joint firmly inside of Silken’s tight ass. Then she gave the blonde even more. Silken moved still more violently against Sand’s unmoving tongue. It felt more sensual than ever on her cunt when she had Sand’s finger in her asshole as well.

“Time to pinch your nipples, you witch!” Sand ordered, pulling her head back from Silken’s gyrations before offering Silken her tongue to toy with once more.

Silken’s fingers dug into her ample breasts. The pads of thumb and forefinger closed on her nipples. She groaned and shuddered and cursed, but it was impossible to tell whether she was voicing agony or ecstasy. All that was clear, from the white knuckles she sported, was that she was pinching harder and harder. Forcing her nipples into a diamond stiffness. She even twisted them, the motion pulling at all the sleek skin of her perfect teats.

“AAAH!” she growled. “Ooooh, you damned doll, I was going to do it anyway, but it’s even better when—GGHH! Keep fucking me with your tongue! Keep fucking my ass! You’re getting me there! You’re making me come!”

Silken was too far gone to keep playing with herself. She jerked her legs up and clenched them around Sand’s head. Sand couldn’t move within their vise-like grip. All she could do was tongue Silken’s cunt, and the taste she got back in return was more than enough reason to do just that.

Silken still kept up the pressure, even as Sand’s warm, wet tongue filled her cunt. She was desperate to come, hungry for it. As enthusiastically as Sand was licking her pussy, she jerked her ass. Fucking it on Sand’s sodomizing finger.

Sand could see what she wanted. She knew the signs. She thrust another finger into Silken and if the blonde had been double-fucked before, it now felt like she was being fucked three ways.

Silken screamed. That was the only thing she still had energy to do. Then her voice was gone. Her mind went too. All that was left was the series of climaxes that broke her, again and again and again. She flooded Sand’s mouth with a torrent of her ecstasy. Waves of sensations rolled over her endlessly. She came until there was no more pleasure for her to feel and it took an eternity.

“Fuck,” Silken breathed when it was finally, hatefully, blessedly over. “That was beautiful. What else could a woman want?”

Sand only sighed wistfully.

“I know the feeling,” Silken nodded.

“What feeling?”

“What else could a woman want? A man. A long, hard, juicy… man.”

“Yes,” Sand agreed. “But this will do for now.”