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Ainsley pointed to her left inner thigh.

“Kiss me there,” she instructed.

When Rachel did, Ainsley’s clit jumped. The kiss left a perfect pink imprint of Rachel’s lips on her skin. Seeing it made Ainsley’s inner walls clench.

She pointed to the same spot, but on her right thigh.

“Kiss.”

Another imprint.

Her pussy spasmed.

“Fuck, you smell so good!” Rachel purred, keeping her head between Ainsley’s legs.

Ainsley pointed to a spot a little higher up the same thigh.

“Kiss.”

This time, when Rachel attached her lips to Ainsley’s thigh, she also circled her tongue along the flesh. Ainsley huffed out a breath at the sensation.

Now she had three kiss marks on her thighs. She wondered how long they would last. Would they still be there the first time she went to go pee at La Vida Mocha tonight, visible to her? Also, given the length—or lack thereof—of her dress, would others see them as she moved about at the party? The very idea made her already hard nipples even harder.

“Reapply,” she instructed Rachel.

Again the little brush was swiped along those two soft lips, making them shiny and pink.

Ainsley pulled aside the crotch of her panties with one hand and pointed at her clit with the index finger of the other.

“Kiss.”

Her head fell back and her breathing became ragged when Rachel’s newly-glossed lips and her hot breath enveloped her clit, sending her core into a spiral of pleasures and tingles.

“Oh my god, baby!” she squealed, reaching down, taking hold of Rachel’s head, making sure it wouldn’t leave.

Rachel obviously knew what was expected of her. She wrapped Ainsley’s clit in her lips and sucked and pulled and licked, all the while moaning the way she always did while eating Ainsley out, the vibrations from her moaning making everything else she was doing that much more intense.

Ainsley looked down, her lust fired up at seeing Rachel in that super cute dress, on her knees, servicing her.

But it was when she caught sight of one of those pink and perfect imprints of Rachel’s lips on the skin of her thigh that Ainsley felt herself racing towards the cliff’s edge.

Property of Rachel, the kiss mark seemed to be saying. Property of Rachel.

Ainsley lost the struggle and could no longer hold back. She tried to warn Rachel but she couldn’t form the words. Instead, all she could do was press her pussy harder against Rachel’s mouth as she came hard, making inhuman sounds of release, keeping her eyes open, staring at that kiss on her thigh.

Property of Rachel.

Property of Rachel.

Property of Rachel…

Those words kept repeating in her head and made the bursts of pleasure she was experiencing that much stronger, made the outward flow of arousal from her depths that much quicker and like a good girl, Rachel licked it all up.

***

They eventually arrived at La Vida Mocha and were only about forty-five minutes late. Ainsley, her lust not sated by the orgasm Rachel had given her, had returned the favor and had gone down on her girlfriend also, finding her already so wet her yellow panties had been overwhelmed and her upper thighs glistening.