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in her chest, in her head. It was throbbing between her legs,

demanding release.

Dallas peppered kisses over Quinn’s flat belly before she

moved down. Her panties were neon green, bikini cut, which

made Dallas smile. The green part. Quinn’s favorite color was

green. At least, she thought it still was. The panties were

surprisingly silky and soft when Dallas ran her finger over

them, which was maybe why Quinn chose them, and not the

color at all.

Dallas hissed when she brushed her finger over Quinn’s

core and found her panties soaked. Quinn’s hips curled up

again, her own need just as strong and evident as Dallas’.

Dallas knew that if Quinn were to touch her between her

legs, she’d be soaked as well, but just a single brush of

Quinn’s finger could probably make Dallas come. She had a

feeling it was the same for Quinn, but she wanted to draw her

pleasure out for as long as she possibly could. As long as she

could hang onto her sanity, more like.

Watching Quinn shudder and writhe against her touch was

almost more than Dallas could take. She slid Quinn’s panties

away from her gently. Quinn was more frantic, bending her

legs and kicking them off when they were on her ankles.

Quinn wasn’t shy and she let her legs fall to the sides,

making room for Dallas. If Dallas thought she was out of

control before, she knew that she barely had a scrap of

anything remaining as she studied Quinn’s beautiful body, bare

and open to her. Dallas’ mouth watered when she let herself

look at Quinn. She was perfect. Totally shaved, soft, glistening

wet.

“My god,” Dallas whispered when Quinn squirmed a little