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“I like your little strip,” she said, commenting on the waxing job. It was always just easier for me to go in and get it done than bother with shaving myself and getting razor burn down there.

“Thanks,” I said as her fingers fluttered against my lips.

“I think I need to get a better view, though.”

Honey pushed and shoved me as I laughed.

“Gimme that pillow,” she said, pointing. Honey took it from me and then shoved it under my hips.

“That’s much better. Now my neck won’t hurt.”

She pulled my legs apart and then drew my feet to rest on her back, my knees splayed wide.

I was open and exposed and I absolutely wanted to snap my legs shut and then hide under the covers that were soaked from Honey’s arousal.

“Such pretty petals,” Honey said, tugging gently at one of them and making me whimper. Her exploration was slow and sweet as she explored me outside. The warmth of her breath and the gentleness of her touch made my legs twitch, and that seemed to amuse her.

“Can I touch you inside too? Just one finger.”

“Yeah,” I said, nodding. I was so wet that her finger slid in with no resistance. God, she was being so gentle and careful with me.

It was so much more arousing than I thought it would be.

Honey’s finger was warm and assertive as she thrust it in and out of me at a slow pace.

Her touch still made my hips rock against her hand and my breathing pick up and my desire explode.

“Oh god, that feels so good, so good,” I blathered.

“You’re getting so wet for me, baby, can you hear it?” I listened to the sounds as she kept fucking me with her hand and they were loud in my bedroom.

Everything was wrapping around me and drawing me toward that peak that I always was clawing to reach.

“Do you want another finger, babe?”

“Uh huh,” I moaned. She’d picked up her pace and she was expertly hitting my G-spot every time. It wasn’t enough, but it was so, so close.

I’d always get close, but still too far away.

“You’re drenching my fingers and I want to taste you. Can I taste you, Bren? You’re making my mouth water.”

Oh fuck. Her words. Her words in combination with everything she was doing had turned this interaction up another level I’d never been before.

“Please, please,” I chanted. Honey adjusted her body so she could lick my clit as well as continue to slam her fingers inside me and that familiar heat and pressure coiled inside me, tighter and tighter.

So close. So so so close.

“I’m close,” I moaned.

“Baby, you’re so pretty like this, I can feel you clenching my fingers. I can feel how much you want me. You taste so fucking good. I want to drink you down my throat. Want you to drown me. Let go for me, baby.”

She stopped talking and went back to sucking my clit into her mouth, tapping it with her tongue at the same time as hammering my G-spot with her fingers and it was right…

THERE.

I screamed as waves upon waves of the most intense sensations of rich dark pleasure crashed over me, and I was the one drawing and gasping, my vision littered with bursting stars.

Honey kept up the intensity until the storm began to ebb and pulled away when I let out a sound of pain, my pussy too sensitive to continue being touched.