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“Good,” Krissy stated. “Let’s make you even more relaxed. Raise your legs again, baby.”

Becca obeyed and Krissy quickly positioned herself so that she was now scissoring Becca.

“Oh fuck, Krissy!” Becca exclaimed. Her pussy could feel the heat of Krissy’s as the two were brought close together. She propped herself up on her elbows so she could watch. Krissy’s right leg was over hers, her left leg under hers, their wet pussies close…so close.

Krissy brought the Magic Wand down between them. The head of the so-called “massager” was large enough to bridge the gap between their two shaven sexes, vibing their pussies simultaneously.

“Krissy! Oh fuck!” Becca called out, arching her head back, her eyes squeezed shut.

“Fucking Christ!” Krissy mewled. “Holy shit!”

Becca felt as if she was entering another plane of existence. The Wand’s vibrations were not like a typical sex toy’s. They were deep and penetrating; what’s more, the glass dildo buried inside her was picking up the oscillations as well, turning the experience into something even more mind-blowing.

“Oh my FUCKING GOD!” she shouted, as on the outside, her clit and folds were stimulated with countless vibrations, while inside the dildo transmitted those very same vibrations deep in her core.

“Becca! Holy shit…BECCA!”

Becca knew they were both close, not just her. They were going to come as simultaneously as two women possibly could.

When it finally hit her, Becca screamed.

Her core detonated with what felt like ten orgasms hitting at once.

“Oh fuck, I fucking love you!” she managed to shout, pressing her wetness harder against the Wand, her flooded passage giving her such delights that she almost began laughing. But then she couldn’t speak anymore.

“Nnngh!...Nnngh!...Mmph!...Nnngh!”

“I’m coming!...Becca!...Oh, fuck, I love you!...NNNGH!”

Knowing Krissy was coming and hearing Krissy say those magic words made the huge wave of pleasure inside Becca crest again. She was helpless as the second orgasm slammed into her. Her hips started bucking, so much so that she inadvertently untangled her legs from Krissy’s, her convulsing pussy pulling away from the Wand. She arched her back, lifting her pelvis off the mattress with the intensity of the climax. Inside, her walls were contracting so strongly that the inevitable happened.

Krissy’s marvelous glass dildo was pushed out, Becca grunting each time one of the large beads escaped, until the toy fell heavily onto the mattress.

“Oh fuck!” she gasped at the sudden emptiness of her pussy, and then, “Oh fuck!” again when she felt herself squirt out the come that had been trapped inside. Then while she and Krissy cried out together with their orgasms, Becca enjoyed the colors popping behind her eyelids.

***

They ended up in the guest bedroom to finally try to sleep. It was either that or change the sheets on Krissy’s California King. Between the streams of arousal which their cores produced and the various toys—shiny and wet from having been inside them—being dropped on the mattress, the sheets were stained and damp in a number of places. At eleven o’clock at night, neither of them wanted to bother stripping and re-making the huge bed.

However, once they were both in the guest bed—a mere queen-size, which suddenly felt incredibly small to Becca—Krissy was still proving to be insatiable tonight, going down on Becca yet again, expertly teasing out another orgasm which Becca didn’t think she had in her, telling Becca afterwards just how much she loved tasting her.

While Becca was still breathing heavily during her recovery from the climax, Krissy snuggled close to her.

“I love you, Becca,” she murmured.

“I love you, too, Krissy,” Becca said. She would never get tired of saying that.

“Say it will be like this forever,” Krissy said. “Even if it’s a lie.”

“Sweetie,” Becca cooed, “whatever changes in our relationship as time goes on, what I feel for you won’t. I promise.”

“I’ll schedule our tattoo appointment for next week,” Krissy said. “I want ‘Property of Krissy’ tattooed on your ass.”

Becca laughed.

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“Well, I want ‘This Belongs to Lesbian Wonder Woman’ on your mound.”