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Julia does not give either of them time to recover. She rolls them together, using her body weight to push Peta onto her back against the sofa cushions. Peta’s dark hair fans out. Her full breasts rise and fall with quick breaths. Julia settles between her open thighs, looks up the length of her friend’s body once, then lowers her mouth without hesitation.
She licks in long, firm strokes, tasting the wet heat that has already gathered there. Peta’s hips lift. Julia slides two fingers inside her and curls them, matching the rhythm of her tongue on the swollen clit. Between every deliberate lick she keeps talking, voice low and filthy against Peta’s flesh.
“Tomorrow I’m going to watch him stretch this pretty cunt first,” she murmurs. “I want to see your face when that thick cock forces its way in. Then I’m going to sit on your mouth so you have to lick me while he fucks you. Every time he bottoms out you’ll moan into me. When he pulls out I want you to turn your head and take him between your lips so I can taste both of you on his skin.”

Peta’s hands find Julia’s hair and tighten. Her thighs tremble. Julia does not slow down. She adds a third finger, stretching, and sucks harder on the sensitive bud.
“After he fills you I want to clean every drop with my tongue,” Julia continues, words vibrating against Peta’s clit. “Then I’ll get on all fours so he can take my ass while you lie underneath me and keep licking. I want to cum on your face while he’s buried deep in me. And if he still has more left I want both of us on our knees side by side so he can paint our tongues and make us kiss it clean.”
Peta’s back arches. A sharp, broken cry leaves her throat. Julia holds her down and keeps working, tongue and fingers relentless, drawing out every pulse until Peta’s legs shake and her voice cracks into soft, repeated moans. Only when the last tremor fades does Julia ease back, lips shiny, and crawl up to kiss her deeply.
They stay like that for a long moment, bodies pressed together, breath slowing. Peta’s hands stroke down Julia’s back and settle on her ass, squeezing.

“You’re going to get us both in serious trouble,” Peta whispers against her mouth, but there is no fear in the words. Only heat.
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