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And with that, Amy’s pj shorts were yanked off. In a mere moment, the two women quickly repositioned themselves into a sixty-nine, with Sally on top. Sally lustily ut

tered an “Oh fuck!” when Amy’s scent filled her nostrils and she saw how wet Amy’s pussy already was. A crystal clear droplet of arousal was slowly dribbling out and Sally quickly darted out her tongue to catch it to let it sit on her tongue. Meanwhile, she felt her clit pulled on by Amy’s lips and her own pussy contract in response.

Groaning, she pushed her tongue through her girlfriend’s folds and into the warmth beyond, hearing Amy’s whimpers of pleasure as her tongue swirled, Sally coating it with as much of Amy’s essence as possible and then swallowing, wanting those juices inside her.

Who needs coffee?

She felt Amy’s fingers dig into the flesh of her ass and spread the cheeks wider. This opened her pussy more and Sally could feel her arousal stream out, Amy’s tongue lapping it up. Sally brought her own tongue to Amy’s clit and started slowly circling the bud.

“Oh my fuck!” Amy cried out. “Careful!”

But Sally didn’t want to relinquish the clit. She slowed her circling, yes; she lightened her tongue’s touch, yes; but the feel of the swollen button in her mouth was too good to give up just now.

Fingers entered her and Sally’s eyes rolled back in her head. Amy’s clit was relinquished just then because Sally had to take her mouth away and moan loudly.

“Babe! I’m close!” she warned and felt Amy still the fingers inside her but not remove them. Sally had to squeeze her eyes shut and concentrate to walk her pussy back from bursting in a climax.

Two can play at that game!

She slid her middle finger into Amy first and then her ring finger. Instantly, Amy’s inner walls grabbed them while simultaneously her own clit was once more captured by Amy’s lips.

After making sure her fingers were good and coated, Sally slid them out and immediately put them in her mouth, tasting the liquid pleasure from deeper in Amy’s pussy.

“Oh shit! Careful!” she called out when the sensations from this tasting, combined with what Amy was doing to her clit once more brought her to the brink.

In lust-filled hunger she brought her mouth back to Amy’s pussy, the flat of her tongue swiping across the entirety of it, starting at her clit and then over the shiny wet lips and then down to the leaking opening. And now it was Amy warning her; pleading, really, for Sally to stop or she’d come.

It continued like this for a good twenty minutes until finally, Sally had to call it quits. It had gotten to the point where if Amy so much as breathed on her clit, she’d explode.

“Oh, thank god!” Amy exclaimed when Sally rolled off her, Sally trying not to put any pressure on her clit with her legs or else there would be no stopping the dam from bursting. “I don’t know how much more I could have taken,” Amy added.

Sally laughed.

“Fun game, then?”

“Very fun!” Amy said after a couple of deep breaths. “God, why can’t we just teleport to San Francisco?” she added with a whine.

Sally understood. Amy had expertly turned her pussy into a tingling, vibing, dripping living entity that needed to come! But that was the fun part, wasn’t it?

As she lay on the bed, next to Amy, both of them recovering, both of them trying to regain control enough to be able to function and get to the airport, Sally smiled to herself.

It was going to be a fun trip!

***

“Wait, you’re bringing your laptop?” Sally asked.

When Amy had arrived last night to spend the night, toting her luggage for the trip, Sally hadn’t noticed that one of the bags Amy had been carrying was her nice, leather laptop bag. Now, as they were preparing to leave the condo because their Lyft was due to arrive in six minutes, Sally did notice it.

“Yeah,” Amy said, following Sally’s gaze to where the laptop bag was resting near the front door. “Well, I mean…”

“You’re not actually going to do any work, are you?” Sally challenged her.

“No!” Amy returned. “But, I mean, we’re going to have downtime, right? We’re not always going to be out doing stuff, right? I figure that when we’re not really doing anything in particular, I can maybe just take some notes for my Lesbeing stuff.”

Sally considered that. It made sense. They would have downtime—they were going to be there for a week, after all. And Sally was even hoping to use some of that downtime to catch up on her reading. But bringing a Kindle loaded with books and bringing a laptop seemed like two different things.

“I suppose…” she agreed, somewhat reluctantly.