FK Day 9 - Amelie finishes showering

Amelie comes out of the bathroom, not even bothering with a towel or robe. She's wet and naked, and you can see all her tattoos. You can see everything. Julieta can totally feel you getting bigger and harder. Her eyes twinkle.

But Amelie looks grim... she is so mad. You both watch her pour herself a glass of wine and drink it, then pour another one.

She finally walks over to the bed and looks down at you two. You followed her unspoken command and didn't move. You wait silently. She sits down on the edge of the bed and sips her wine, putting her other hand on Julieta's bare back. You can't see clearly, but you know when Amelie slides her hand to the French girl's bottom, because Julieta's excitement is obvious... you don't know what Amelie's doing, but you can feel Julieta squirming on top of you. Her face gets redder and redder.

Amelie finishes her wine and does something with her hand that makes Julieta gasp. Then she stops and says something in French.

Julieta, with her hands tied, gets off you and climbs down from the bed. She kneels on the floor, leaving Amelie sitting beside you, still tied up. Your erection is bright red, and precum is smeared all over your tummy. It feels like your whole body is blushing. You aren't just hard, you're wet between your legs.

Amelie touches your belly and rubs the precum between two fingers, looking at you for a long time. You are short of breath just lying there... you are that turned on.

She smeared the precum around idly, her hand finding your breast and caressing it. You shiver, but she doesn't touch your nipple. You are afraid you might cum if she did. You wish you could read her face.

She puts her glass down and climbs onto the bed, suddenly straddling your head. You know exactly what to do with a faceful of her perfectly smooth pussy. You run your tongue up her slit and go straight to work on her clit with aggressive, brazen licking. It must be working, because she pushes it harder against your mouth. You even hear something like a stifled groan from her...

She frees you and grabs you by the hair, looking down at your face. Your chin is dripping with her juices. Holding your hair tight, she frees your hands.

Julieta just has to keep watching from the floor.