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“Is this okay?” she asked.

Because of the delicious tingling still radiating out from both her nipples, Megan could only nod dumbly at first, but then she regained the ability to form words.

“Yes, baby, more than okay.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Vanessa licked an ear lobe and Megan melted.

“God, I wanted you last night,” Vanessa murmured, still nuzzling.

“Me too,” Megan squeaked. She decided to confess something. “I was playing with myself while we were texting last night.”

Vanessa’s fingers now had a grip on the waistband of Megan’s skirt and was slowing inching it down.

“Is this okay, too?” she prompted.

“Mm-hmm,” Megan groaned, biting her bottom lip. Vanessa’s fingers also took hold of Megan’s panties and in one motion, Vanessa yanked both past Megan’s hips. Megan let them fall to her ankles.

“Keep telling me about playing with yourself while texting me,” Vanessa ordered, pressing Megan more firmly against the door.

Vanessa was sliding her hands along the sides of Megan’s thighs.

“I-I was rubbing my clit. I kept thinking about how much I wanted to be with you last night. Oh, God, Vanessa…

”

Vanessa had grabbed Megan’s ass with both hands, squeezing the soft flesh, the tips of her fingers tantalizingly close to Megan’s center. Megan had to hold onto Vanessa’s shoulders to keep from collapsing because her knees suddenly felt too week to support her.

“Keep telling me,” Vanessa whispered. “Did you come while we were texting?”

“No, it was after.”

“What made you come?”

“Remembering fucking you in La Vida Mocha,” Megan gasped. “I came so hard.”

So fucking hard! Even now, Megan could recall how her hips had bucked and her toes had curled.

Vanessa slid her right hand between Megan’s legs and began sliding her fingers through the arousal that was coating Megan’s swollen lips. Megan moaned and thrust her hips forward to make more contact with the hand playing with her pussy.

“Did you say my name when you came?” Vanessa demanded.

“Yes.”

“You’re lying.”

“No, I swear I’m not. I said ‘Oh God, Vanessa.’” Megan’s head fell back against the door as Vanessa’s fingers teased her opening. “Please don’t stop! Please fuck me, Vanessa!”

“I’m going to, sweetie,” Vanessa whispered against the shell of Megan’s ear. “I want you to come hard again like you did last night.”

No problem!

Megan then felt two fingers stretching her open and entering her and then Vanessa starting thrusting in and out, Megan trying to push down with her hips to take the fingers in deeper, finding and matching Vanessa’s rhythm.

“You’re so fucking tight!” Vanessa moaned. “And so fucking wet!”