Lucy lets it happen

Lucy's hips rolled involuntarily as Clarissa licked her cunt. For all Clarissa's protestations about dirty Sapphism, Edmund's wife was transported with desire for Lucy's cunt, clutching one arm under Lucy's hips to hold her closer, lifting Lucy's knee with the other to open her wider, licking, sucking, grunting and whimpering like a hungry madwoman.

Lucy's face and shoulders flushed warmly. Her nipples swelled into points. With Lucy's rising lust, her anger returned. Clarissa had awakened her in the middle of the night to dress her down about Lucy and Edmund, had dissolved into a sobbing heap, and, accepting Lucy's comfort, had fallen asleep beside her only to wake Lucy up by frigging herself, and then to beg for Lucy's Sapphic attentions.

Lucy had taken out her anger and lust on Clarissa, grinding her cunt down hard on the other woman, and by some perverse miracle, Lucy had spent so hard that she had fainted.

And now, there was Clarissa's fire-haired cunt, an inch from Lucy's chin. Even in the dim light of the airship storeroom where the crew had set up Lucy's cot, she could see how swollen Clarissa's feminine lips were, how flushed with lust-blood. Lucy's nostrils twitched with the scents, Clarissa's mingled with her own.

Lucy's hips bucked again as Clarissa kept licking. She felt her ears go hot. She set her jaw and held her lips tightly together. Her pearl swelled and pulsed under Clarissa's tongue. Lucy squeezed her eyes tight closed and let it happen. A strained groan escaped Lucy's nostrils as she began to spend. With the second spasm, Lucy pressed back against Clarissa's mouth, and with the third, Lucy twisted, rolling Clarissa's petite body underneath her. Lucy dug her toes into the cot and sat up straight, putting her weight down on Clarissa's face and riding her. Clarissa let out a muffled squeal. Lucy ground her cunt down on Clarissa's face as her climactic satisfaction rolled on and on.

Finally Lucy dismounted.

Clarissa was red-faced, wet from nose to chin, her bright red hair splayed out under her head. Her eyes were wide, the whites showing round her green irises. She gasped for breath.

"Lucy," Clarissa said. "Lucy."

Lucy's body glowed with pleasure, but she held her face in a stern mask.

"Lady Clarissa Netherwood," Lucy said. "You are twice the Sapphist that I am."

Clarissa whimpered. She rubbed her hands over her chin and cheeks and sucked her fingers.

"And twice as dirty," Lucy added.

"Lucy, I, I... I want..." Clarissa stammered.

"What do you want?" Lucy asked.