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“What if I tell you,” Becca began, “that I’m just going to keep eating you out until you beg me to stop, even if it takes all night?”

The answer to that question came in the form of Krissy making a tiny hissing sound and then breathily saying, “Oh fuck, I’m coming!”

Sure enough, Krissy’s pussy started visibly quaking. Becca gasped and her clit became achingly aroused watching it, especially when a clear stream of come trickled out of her girlfriend. She felt a sense of power like nothing she’d ever felt before. She had made a woman come without even touching her.

Holy shit!

Absurdly, she wanted to brag about it on Twitter.

Time to get to work.

While Krissy moaned with the orgasm, Becca inserted her tongue, pleasure coursing through her body at the taste and warmth her tongue encountered. When her tongue was sufficiently covered, she pulled it back into her mouth, swallowed and then re-inserted it for more.

“Becca…oh my fuck…Becca…”

Swirling her tongue inside her captive’s pussy, Becca got it nice and coated again, moaning at the flavors stimulating her tastebuds, knowing that this was the only woman she wanted to taste from now on.

Once more, she pulled her tongue back in. This time, she swirled it inside her mouth, spreading Krissy’s essence all around before she again swallowed what was left on her tongue.

She sucked on Krissy’s folds next—a little salty, a bit tangy—pulling on them gently with her lips, taking her time. After all, Krissy wasn’t going anywhere.

When she finally moved her mouth to Krissy’s clit, Becca simply wrapped her lips around the button and just enjoyed feeling it pulsing, a tiny heartbeat held in the grip of her mouth. Momentarily, her own clit matched the rhythm of Krissy’s, their most sensitive sexual organs in sync. Between her legs, Becca felt as if she was liquid. She knew her panties were soaked, she could even feel her arousal leaking past them. She reminded herself to wash this cushion afterwards.

Becca kept this process up for another ten minutes or so. Her tongue probed inside and licked outside. Her lips pulled and sucked. Her teeth nibbled and raked. Finally, though, she planted her mouth directly over Krissy’s clit and began swiping it rapidly with her tongue.

Krissy cried out. Krissy grunted. Krissy moaned. Eventually, Krissy came.

“Becca! Oh shit! BECCA!”

Krissy’s pussy trembled and convulsed as what Becca built up inside her blew apart. Becca gave her clit a few more swipes before hurrying to jab her tongue inside the winking opening that was now a faucet. While Krissy screamed, Becca let her tongue be squeezed by Krissy’s pussy, each squeeze coating it even more with what Becca really wanted—all of that juice.

Becca moaned in delight.

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There were no breaks. After each orgasm, Becca would avoid Krissy’s clit for several minutes, giving the electrified bud a chance to calm down, but she would continue licking, sucking and kissing other parts of Krissy’s pussy, slowly building her girlfriend’s center up for yet another release.

As promised, Becca took her time. She indulged.

Krissy, to her credit, endured it all. Fastened firmly to Becca’s bed, unable to go anywhere, she let Becca use her, let Becca bring forth all of those explosions of pleasure. And Becca never tired of it. For four years, she’d been wanting this and now that she had it, she wasn’t going to stop.

Every now and then, she had to readjust her sitting position on the floor when her legs began to fall asleep, but she never once got up. Nor did she touch herself. Her pussy was flooded and tingling and practically begging her for release, but she loved keeping it waiting. It was part of the enjoyment for her.

The sights were as much a turn-on for Becca as the tastes and the sounds. Krissy’s pussy was swollen, it’s color having gone from a light pink at the beginning to a deep coral shade from all of the stimulation. Her clit was engorged and the streams of come never seemed to stop. Krissy’s passage was giving Becca all she could drink.

Eventually, though, Krissy tapped out. All women need to pee—a fact they never seem to mention in lesfic books, Becca thought.

Becca had Krissy untied quickly, but prevented her from getting up right away.

“You’ve been tied up for a while now, sweetie,” she cooed. “Just wait a moment, please.”

She stretched both of Krissy’s legs out for her and then massaged them both briskly, getting the blood flowing properly through them again. She then helped Krissy to her feet, ready to catch her if she should fall because she seemed a little wobbly.

When Krissy returned from the bathroom, she collapsed facedown onto the bed, still nude. Becca let her be. She was busy unknotting all the ropes anyway. After coiling them like the professional firefighter she was and putting them away, back in one of the drawers under her bed, she went to the kitchen to get two bottles of water.

When she returned to the bedroom, Mrs. O’Leary was making herself comfortable on Krissy’s bare back.

“Sorry, girl…shoo!” Becca gently pushed the cat off her girlfriend, Mrs. O’Leary giving her a dirty look as she strolled away.