Harper licks Elena's face

The man’s voice breaks the spell. “Harper, why don’t you give her a lick?”

Harper goes white as a sheet. “What? I couldn’t.”

Elena laughs. The mess is still on her face. She catches Harper’s eye and grins. “Oh, come on. Don’t be boring. You know you want to.”

The comment stings, but Harper feels something more than just insulted. The combination of Elena’s mockery and the man’s suggestion, or was it a demand?, are without a doubt crossing some line somewhere inside her. She hesitates, but then moves closer, her eyes moving nervously between the man and Elena.

As she moves off of the couch, Elena suddenly grabs hold of her and pulls her down to the ground. She climbs on top of her and kisses her. The taste of the thick load transfers into Harper’s mouth, and she feels it on Elena’s cheeks, pressed against her skin. Her initial shock gives way and Harper finds herself responding to the kiss. She kisses Elena back with a frenzy. Her own face is now smeared with some of the mess. The mess, on both of their faces now, creates a strange, intoxicating connection. Elena’s mouth is warm and urgent against hers. The texture of the cum against her own face is both jarring and oddly thrilling. She feels a blend of shame and exhilaration as kisses Elena all the more deeply. Elena’s hand is on her. She seems to revel in the way Harper responds. As the kiss finally breaks, Elena looks down at Harper with a satisfied smile. The room is filled with a heavy silence, broken only by their uneven breaths.