A different change in technique...

{first_name} broke contact for a minute from Jesse's pulsating puss and was quickly replaced, way more eager this time, and it felt like he was slurping and licking at her pussy the same way a bulldog drinks water: loud, sloppy, making a mess everywhere. She was writhing on the bed.

Then, that sloppy, eager pussy kisser started sucking her clit. The engorged button felt like it was so hard and aching that it was the size of a house. A throbbing, aching to be sucked...to be licked...to be....mmmmfuck what {first_name} is doing right fucking now....and the fact that it's her own....fuck that's just so much fucking hotter...

"That's ....mmmm...so fucking good....I can't believe it's....mmmmfuuuuuhhhhhhhh.!!!" Jesse cried out into the spit and cum-soaked thong in her mouth and she felt fingers enter her pussy. Warm and dexterous....and stretching her...and stretching her....until it almost hurt. They were sliding over each other. God, he must have been using both....fucking....mmm....hands....

The orgasm that was starting to build burst like a damn. Jesse cried out loud, not even the panties threatening to **** her made the sound quieter, that just made it fucking hotter. She just cried as she came, panting and crying out, her whole body wracking and writhing, hips alternating between rising off the bed to try to get more pressure on her quivering clit to trying to get away. Hands held her hips down. Fingers were in her pussy. She was in utter ecstasy and nothing was making sense. The world spun away from her, and all Jesse knew was this orgasm and then she faded away into nothing as all of the thoughts going through her head made her cum so hard she passed out.