Fair is Fair

She squirms in her seat, a low moan escaping her lips. You hear a rattle of silverware as she slaps the table, probably with more **** than intended.

You're loving it, practically making out with her most intimate of places, face a mess, smeared with her arousal.

"Excuse me, ma'am, are you alright?"

You can only see a pair of heels from under the table, but you recognize the voice. It was Lydia.

Smirking to yourself, you start lapping at Rachel's clit, the little jolts of pleasure making her twitch in her seat for a few minutes before she could get herself under control - a gritted "F-fine..." the best she could muster in reply.

"O-okay... If you need any help, just let me know, I'm..."

You tune out Lydia's babbling and get back to work. Taking Rachel's clit in your mouth, you suck on it softly, making her toes curl and her legs wrap around your head.

The world goes silent. The globe stops turning. Time itself freezes mid-step. Before you know it you're gasping for air as she practically grinds herself against your tongue.

A low animal groan reaches your ears, your brain making sense of it only after the moment's passed and she's drenched your face in her squirt.

"Cumminggggg..."

For a stunned moment, you sit there on your knees, face dripping, Rachel's legs slack on your shoulders.

Then, divine inspiration hits you, and you say:

"Hi cumming, I'm-"

She slaps your head playfully.

"Don't ruin it."