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between drove Arabella straight to the edge. She was now very sure that her

pants were also soaked. Her clit throbbe

d and she was tempted, as she knelt

down between June’s thighs, to snake a hand between her legs and touch

herself just to relieve the ache that was building to a throbbing, blinding

intensity.

Up close, Arabella could smell June’s arousal, and that sent heat spiraling

up her thighs faster than anything. Her belly cramped tightly before she

brushed her hand over June’s silk and lace core. She was soaked and

Arabella thought she’d go insane if she didn’t taste her.

June’s hand rested gently on her shoulder, the other on her hair as

Arabella bent her head. June was sitting right on the edge of the counter, her

legs spread around Arabella’s shoulders. She breathed in the sweet, deep

scent of June as she brushed her panties aside. She was perfect. So wet, her

pussy glistening, her clit already swollen. Arabella meant to tease June or

attempt some sort of controlled foreplay, but she couldn’t make herself

wait. She had to taste her.

She kissed her first, hungrily, suckling at her clit gently before she used

her tongue to explore all of her. She licked her from her entrance to her clit,

teasing her there. Arabella moaned against June, and June responded,

wriggling against her, raking her nails over her scalp and whimpering

wildly. Her hips bucked off the counter and slammed back down as

Arabella thrust her tongue into her tight entrance.

Arabella swore she could do this for hours. Taste June. Lap up her

sweetness. She licked her way over her perfect folds back up to her clit,

suckling and kissing it, using her tongue until June’s hips were slamming on

the counter over and over again. Her fingers tightened in Arabella’s hair,

and she made the hottest noises. She was quiet, quieter the closer she got to

coming. Arabella could feel the way June tensed up. She heard the way her

whimpers changed, until there was no sound, just hard, deep breaths.