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“And sometimes our multitalented Rebecca turns it on me, too! How lovely.” Jane bent down to kiss Becca on the lips before thrusting deeper into her. The grunt of exertion coming from one only inspired the other to moan louder.

Becca reached down to touch herself as Caitlyn let go of her breasts and grabbed her wrists instead.

"Oh, no you don't," Caitlyn warned as Jane fucked her girlfriend intending to be all she needed. "No touching yourself without permission."

"I'm sorry, Mistress!" Becca knew she shouldn't do it, but she had to come again. It was right there. Caitlyn held on to her like she was trying to keep her there, like she never wanted to let go. Meanwhile, Jane was driving her crazy with every movement. Even after all this time, it felt like she was learning new things about herself. Like how much she liked getting fucked by her girlfriends, both of whom were in the bedroom with her right now.

If this wasn't what she was built for, then what was the purpose of so much pleasure?

"Please, Mistresses, can I come?" Becca asked.

"Do you really think you've earned it?" Caitlyn reached for Jane, who stilled the strap-on inside of Becca as she lifted up and answered her wife's call. "What do you think, Jane?"

"I think I really want to kiss you."

Becca was trapped between them, her legs propped open by Caitlyn's and spread by Jane's. She had nowhere to puther hands as the women who spoiled her kissed overhead, Jane grabbing Caitlyn by the back of her beautiful blond head and sinking her tongue between those pink lips like she sank something else deep into Becca's.

These were the brief moments that could have made her feel like nothing but the plaything of a bored married couple looking to keep the spark alive. But Becca was built differently. She saw this and felt wholly, utterly theirs.

This moment wouldn't exist without her.

Caitlyn whispered something on Jane's lips. Both of Jane's hands were submerged in Caitlyn's hair. Becca watched them make out right above her and saw her chance.

She slowly reached between her legs and rubbed her clit while her Mistresses were distracted. Yet it was the slight movement of her leg that drew Jane's attention back to what her naughty girlfriend was up to.

"What are we going to do about that, Cait?"

"You're asking me? You're the one holding the fun."

"Yes, but you're holding Rebecca."

Becca's hand froze against her pussy when Jane's eyes bored right into her.

"Don't stop, love." Jane pulled out of Becca and slapped the tip of the strap-on against her pussy. "We want to hear how badly you need it."

"Keep going, Becca," Caitlyn urged. "We love watching you get off."

"Unless you want to be punished."

Becca whimpered. "What kind of punishment?"

Jane leaned down to kiss her, tongue in her mouth, before saying, "A good one."

"She knows that." Caitlyn laughed. "That's why she asked."

"You two..." Jane sat back on her heels and smacked Becca's thighs. "Spread open those legs, darling."

"Yes, Mistress."

As Becca continued to touch herself, she felt Caitlyn's hands roaming across her body.

"I don't know about you..." Caitlyn whispered in Becca's ear. "But I think you want to be punished. Otherwise, you would be behaving like the good girl you usually are."

"I want to be good!" Becca protested.

"Then stop touching yourself," Jane said.

"Or keep going and pay the price," Caitlyn added.