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Ivy’s kisses lingered on Lark’s mouth, only slowly leaving her lips, then speeding down to her breasts, her stiff nipples. Lark trembled at the gentle suction; when Ivy really pulled on her nipple, she was left shuddering. Ivy took a step back to watch the quivering run through Lark’s sensuous body. Every little tremor, every little enjoyment.

The sandy blonde circled her hips and ground her ass into the mattress. Ivy ducked her head and sent her lips down to where Lark was taking refuge from her, burning her tongue into Lark’s breasts, searing her nipples, and making her taut flesh really jiggle with pleasured spasms.

Lark’s mind was a whirlwind. She felt a real connection to Ivy, but it was buried under physical need and the warm, now overheating flow of the liquor. All she could really think of was how good Ivy’s tongue and lips felt—it shocked her that no matter where they touched her body, a jolt of delight stung her. She’d thought her body could only feel that nice in certain erogenous zones, but wherever Ivy touched her, there Lark’s pleasure was centered. When Ivy mouthed what felt like all of her left breast, Lark cradled her head in her arms like she held a treasure she never wanted to let go of.

All while Ivy nursed Lark’s nipple between her lips, her hands skated down Lark’s hips… fingers skirting the first few curls that marked the boundaries of Lark’s pubic thatch… then her teasing touch departed, to stroke and fondle the soft thighs in a massage that made Lark ache, arch her back, thrust her breasts into Ivy’s sucking mouth even harder than she had before.

Even with all her conquests, Ivy felt especially excited as she worked her way closer and closer to Lark’s slick pussy. It was like the pall cast by Bruce Wayne hung over what she was doing; something she found that arousing. As if he was watching her, making her perform for him—mastering her even as she conquered this young woman in turn.

As when she’d taken Harley in, the eroticism of everything, even simple masturbation, was richer and finer. Like the air had more oxygen in it. Ivy imagined Bruce’s cock sliding into her as she put her hand on Lark’s womanhood. Lark moaned and thrust her hips into the air, desperate to receive the fingering that Ivy taunted her with.

Slowly, greedily, Ivy took the tightness of Lark’s sex. The blonde opened her legs wide, far wider than they needed to be for the finger Ivy slipped inside her. Her eagerness to be fucked had taken over.

“I guess I overdid it with the flirting,” Ivy cooed, plunging her finger up to the knuckle in Lark’s receptive slit. “You’re so ready, you’re dripping for me.”

Proud as she was, Lark couldn’t even muster up a protest. “Kiss me,” she begged instead.

They kissed, merging saliva and tongues and passion. But Lark was too overwhelmed even to be a passive receptacle. She had to express how turned on she was. Her hands ended up on Ivy’s breasts, squeezing their plump contours. Ivy giggled with delight and Lark held on tight, molding and caressing, as they kissed in one long, pleasurable sinuousness.

“Keep going, that’s wonderful,” Ivy purred to her. “Now suck them. Suck them like I did you. Ooohh, yes, keep touching them too. Goddess, you have a fantastic touch. I can feel how much you like my body. Yes, you’re getting me hot—making me want that hot little body of yours even more!”

Their bodies swayed and rolled, rubbing against each other, pushing, pressing, until somehow Lark was on top. She ran her lips over Ivy’s breasts, insatiable as she doled her tongue out to each quivering nipple. Mouthing them until the contact was irresistible to both women, and then she sucked one into her mouth as deep as she could.

Ivy finally had to plea with her to stop. “Let me do it to you,” she said. “It’s even better… doing it to someone else… when you know how good it feels…”

“But I love your breasts so much,” Lark sighed as she reluctantly let go with her lips.

One look into Lark’s eyes and Ivy could see it wasn’t a seduction. The blonde was as eager to fuck as Ivy was. Ivy rolled her onto her back and kissed her hard. She swooned at the feel of Lark’s hands holding her at the waist, keeping her where she could touch and assuring herself Ivy was still there, even as her tongue slid into Ivy’s mouth.

Ivy let the kissing grow, reach a fever pitch, and then she left Lark’s lips swollen and wanting, forming the shape of Ivy’s name in her absence while the redhead worked her way down to breasts even more heaving and needy than the last time. This time it was only a detour, not a destination. Ivy would keep going until she reached Lark’s sex, her ultimate pleasure.

“I never thought I’d enjoy this so much,” Lark breathed.

“But just the possibility was enough,” Ivy said, kissing the words into the space between Lark’s breasts.

She teethed the fullness of Lark’s cleavage, took tiny bites of her areolas, then held Lark’s nipples between motionless teeth and let the girl’s throbbing lust for her do the rest. Lark writhed underneath Ivy, as turned on by what she wasn’t doing as what the redhead was doing.

“My cunt is shaking so hard, I could come right now!” Lark gasped. “Are you really going to kiss it? Like you kissed my breasts?”

“How could I resist?” Ivy asked, her smile leading the way down Lark’s contoured stomach, all sweet little spaces for Ivy’s tongue and firm muscle for her teeth to rake.

“Oh shit, shit, my belly button!” Lark crooned, shocked that Ivy’s tongue could feel so good there—feel so much better even than her empty pussy, thrumming and swelling, begging for Ivy’s touch.

“I like it too,” Ivy laughed, licking her tongue in and out of the little dimple centering Lark’s belly.

Lark was absolutely drenched, maddened with lust. She rolled her head from side to side, letting out one continuous moan that ebbed and grew with the endless pleasure Ivy birthed in her. She was always either needing more or being overwhelmed with how much Ivy had to give.

“But…” Ivy’s tongue trawled out of Lark’s navel. “I need to know if you taste as sweet as you smell…”

“Oh FUCK, you’re there!” Lark cried, raging with such sensuality that her body reddened, straining to contain it all.

But Ivy’s tongue danced around Lark’s slit, becoming one kiss after another on Lark’s succulent thighs. Then Ivy pushed Lark’s legs open—how little they had closed since Lark spread them for one paltry finger—and ran her tongue in a wet mark of ownership on the blonde’s inner thigh. Lark’s clit caught her attention, pinging in the air like it was begging to be tasted, swollen and visibly trembling at the top of Lark’s womanhood.

Lark’s hips shimmied, swayed, and finally lunged, thrusting her snatch into Ivy’s face with what little control the blonde held over her own body. Ivy sucked in breath briefly, inundating her senses with how aroused Lark had become after little more than foreplay, then she flicked her tongue over those wonderfully dark lips.

“You’re licking me,” Lark moaned, her hips descending to the bed, overwhelmed, with all the strength leaking out of her dazed body.

Ivy fastened her mouth to Lark’s folds, feeling them twitch with undirected lust. Lark’s body didn’t know how to respond to being fucked like Ivy’s tongue fucked. Ivy would have to teach her, shudder by shudder.

“You’re here for me to lick,” Ivy said, and closed her lips on Lark’s clit.

Almost as an afterthought, she swung around between licks and kisses until her own wanting sex was hovering over Lark’s face.

“You want my tongue too?” Lark asked, excitement far outpacing the trepidation in her voice. Her hands were already reaching up, not daring to touch Ivy’s womanly hips, but helpless not to hover nearby such wanton voluptuousness.

“I want you to enjoy yourself,” Ivy answered. “And it’s hard for me to picture you enjoying anything more than you would eating my cunt.”

Lark stared at Ivy’s engorged labia, absolutely hairless, but anything but bare with the exotic coloring rendering her folds a painterly spectacle. She’d never played on such a wet, lively canvas, but she found herself more than ready now.

“Your clit!” Lark tittered. “You should see your clit…”

Ivy detached her tongue from the fluttering tremors of Lark’s aroused sex. “You should feel yours.”

Lark couldn’t help herself. Her hands graced the roundness of Ivy’s curves, pulling her hips down until her cunt met Lark’s face. Nostrils flared as Lark inhaled sharply—already overwhelmed, she felt herself reduced to utter astonishment in the wake of Ivy’s overpowering scent.

Like a supplicant at an altar, she slid her tongue out to taste the wetness captivating her senses. One drop was too much for her and nowhere near enough. Immediately, after an eternity of experiencing Ivy’s flavor, she forced her tongue into the redhead’s depths.

“Yes, give your tongue to me,” Ivy breathed. “Let it be mine… mine to please myself with… an instrument of my satisfaction. Nothing is better than serving me, is there? For either of us… nothing better than feeling your tongue all the way in my cunt…”

Lark couldn’t answer. One hand went down to where Ivy’s own head was buried in her crotch. She stroked those famous red tresses, wordlessly urging Ivy to return the favor—both of them hungrily tonguing each other’s slits.

And, caught between their lust for each other and the boundless delight they received, the two beauties caressed and tasted. Lips and tongues and teeth all possessed with need, expressing that need in the certainty it would be reciprocated. There would be no limit to how their passion for each other grew.

Though an amateur, Lark managed to get almost all of her tongue extended from her gaping lips and locked inside of Ivy’s folds. Ivy tirelessly licked away every taste she could get of Lark’s cunt, stopping only to suck her clit while Lark creamed with fresh deliciousness.

They both came heavily, losing any inhibitions in their desperation to stay at this orgasmic plateau. Fingers dug into each other’s hips, though the feel of a juicy ass or taut thigh was destined to fall far behind the orgy of sensation that came of burrowing their tongues into each other’s sexes.