Barely

Imogen wasn’t about to give Alma any relief. Alma was still on all fours and had left herself more exposed than she thought. Imogen attacked her from behind, thrusting her hand between her legs. She deftly moved the fabric of her thong aside to access her precious pussy.

Alma felt Imogen’s fingers rubbing her warm pussy in relentless circling motions. Alma’s eyes bulged again as her mouth fell open. She couldn’t deny the feelings of pleasure rushing through her lower parts as her enemy touched her.

She found herself frozen, unable to move. The wetness started to spread, and her voice caught in her throat. A hand came around her side to grip one of her small tits. Imogen’s fingers worked in tandem to simultaneously rub her nipple and massage her pussy.

“Please, stop.” Alma tried to drop to the floor, but her body wouldn’t obey her. Was she seriously enjoying this?

“There’s a good girl,” said Imogen, almost tenderly. “You know you like it. Let it go.”

Alma obeyed and didn’t move. Her legs remained spread, giving Imogen ample access to everything she wanted. She forgot the clock, her mind entirely stuck on the pleasure beginning to ripple through her body.

“Ohhh,” Alma moaned with pleasure as Imogen inserted a finger into her pussy for the first time.

It hunted for her g-spot and soon found it, stroking and bringing her pussy to life. The moans became more pronounced, and her breathing more haggard as her lungs demanded more to keep up with what was happening to her.

Alma’s arms started to shake as the pleasure started to become too much. She wanted to relax. She wanted to let it happen, but Imogen was keeping her firmly in place. Time seemed to slow to a crawl.

“Lay down,” said Imogen. “Turn over.”

Alma inexplicably lowered herself to her belly and turned over. Imogen’s probing didn’t relent for a second. With Alma now on her back, Imogen lowered the front of her mesh thong until it reached the top of her thighs.

Alma had a light coating of hair around her pussy, red just like her hair. She knew that she was totally exposed and at the mercy of her archrival. She knew the cameras - her friends - were watching this play out, but she still let it happen. Now Imogen had unrivaled access to everything she needed to bring Alma to her climax.

She opened her legs and welcomed Imogen as she plunged her fingers back inside. A devilish thumb circled her clitoris on the outside, adding a whole new dimension of enjoyment.

“Touch yourself,” Imogen commanded in a low voice.

Alma obeyed again. While Imogen’s fingers danced inside and outside her, Alma gripped her own tits and massaged the areolas. New waves of warmth washed over her. Her mouth was open, and her eyes were glazed over. Now she actively wanted to cum. She wanted to release everything.

Then the buzzer sounded.