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Abbadon's tongue disappeared and Amitiel opened her eyes to find that her girlfriend had managed to crawl over her, the first thing she saw was Amitiel's ass in her face. It was heart-shaped, a bright pink slit that glittered in the low light of the room was her juices, framed with a small tuft of hair.

Heaven was a world of modesty and chaste contemplation, so she never really had much experience with vaginas up there. She barely knew what her own vagina was capable of until Abbadon got her hands on it. Or rather in it.

Speaking off, she felt two of Abbadon's fingers rub against her labia before they found their way inside of her. Amitiel moaned out, bending both of her knees to allow better access in lieu of verbal consent. Abbadon thanks her by using her tongue to rub and pinch at her clitoris.

Amitiel thanked her for it by spreading Abbadon's labia apart with her thumbs and started licking at the bright pink folds between them.

She loved tasting Abbadon. The taste reminded her of pink-lady apples.