Isabella makes a move

After almost ten minutes of steady finger fucking, Isabella needed more. As usual, Andrea had made no indication that she knew Isabella was even there -- but as usual, it didn't matter. Isabella knew she could take the initiative, and Andrea would gladly accept. Was it the rules? Maybe. Was it because Isabella was stunningly gorgeous and Andrea drooled at the sight of her? Definitely.

Isabella shifted her position on the couch, and leaned over Andrea's head. Isabella pulled her left hand out of her own shirt, and gently touched Andrea's hand, the one that was manipulating her own nipples. As the two women made contact, Andrea's lips broke into a small smile. Her breathing quickened, but she didn't change the rhythm of her masturbation. She kept grinding her hips, plunging her fingers into her pussy. Steady, even, again and again.

Isabella's left hand slid off of Andrea's, and took hold of her breast. She began to massage the side, circling her fingertip around the edge of Andrea's nipple. Now with someone else attending to her tits, Andrea let her own hand move to stroking Isabella's arm. Isabella never stopped fucking her own pussy the whole time, though her rhythm changed as her position shifted.

She leaned in further, lowering her mouth to Andrea's breast. With her left hand, she pinched Andrea's nipple, and then took it in between her lips. She bit down lightly, just enough to give Andrea a tingle of electricity -- and then release. She bit again, Andrea's body clenched again. Andrea's finger fucking rhythm now adjusted to match what Isabella was doing to her tits. Isabella would bite, suck, lick, and rest. Andrea continued to thrust her fingers into her snatch, harder and faster, increasing her breathing all the while.

Isabella had to stop her own masturbation as she focused more intently on Andrea's body. She climbed over Andrea, her long figure quickly moving toward a sixty-nine position. She kissed Andrea's stomach, belly button, and began to maneuver her face toward her pussy.

In perfect cooperation, Andrea took this moment to slide her panties further down, not quite off, but now dangling around her ankles. Isabella's face had reached Andrea's pussy now, and she kissed the smooth, shaved skin just above her labia. Even when Andrea didn't shave, the hair that grew was blonde and fine, like silk. But shaven, Isabella liked that even more. She kissed and tongued the smooth skin, teasing toward Andrea's pussy, but not yet reaching there.

Meanwhile, Andrea brought her hands up to Isabella's hips, and pulled her gym shorts down. Isabella's knees straddled Andrea's head, which lay back on the couch. Isabella was more than a foot taller than Andrea, making a sixty-nine effort challenging -- but not impossible. Isabella had a slight advantage in that she could reach greater distances -- but Andrea enjoyed putting in the effort. Once she had removed Isabella's shorts, she propped herself up on her elbows, And drove her face directly into Isabella's wet pussy.