Mackenzie eats Marianne out and makes a suprising discovery

Mackenzie couldn't take her eyes off Marianne's thighs, watching her friend's long fingers drift along. She shifted her weight for a moment, biting her lip unconsciously while her right hand found its way between her legs again, and once again got reminded of the unyielding barrier that stood between her fingers and any chance of relief.

"Yes or no, slut. I don't have the whole day!" Marianne's voice trembled, but Mackenzie was too flustered to notice how nervous her friend was. "Yes, Ma'am. Please ..." The words came out in a meek stutter. Her fingers pressed helplessly on the belt before she pulled her hand away. "Please what, slut?" "Please let me play with your pussy ... Ma'am." Mackenzie bit her lip once again nervous, the words she just said ringing distantly in her ears. The arousal and helplessness made her feel in trance.

Marianne smiled and spread her legs widely, gesturing toward the redhead. "Come here, Kenz. You may ..." She searched for the word, she was sure that there was one that was appropriate... one that dommes used in the erotic stories that she read on the Internet from time to time. Then she remembered and spoke in a haughty tone "... Service me." Mackenzie stared for a moment, enough for Marianne's nerves to return. "Kneel and lick me." She explained hastily.

Mackenzie did as told, kneeling between Marianne's thighs. She lowered her face, Marianne's intoxicating scent filling her nostrils. It felt musky and ripe, and strangely comforting. The tip of her tongue touched her friend's labia and, in her arousal-induced haze, it felt like she never tasted something more delicious. She began lapping diligently, parting Marianne's with her tongue, unable to stop picturing each stroke landing on her own aching pussy. She wanted them there, and her mind filled the gap.

While Mackenzie's arousal never went away entirely, she discovered with no small surprise that licking Marianne's pussy helped her relieve some of the pent up frustration. Her cheeks turned a darker shade of crimson as she began to lap more eagerly, the feeling of arousal seeming to shift from her encased pussy to her twirling tongue and pursed lips. She moved quicker, licking and kissing, burying her tongue deeply inside Marianne's pussy, only stopping once in while to tease and suck her clit, before returning to taste her friend again.

Marianne came hard, squealing, gripping at Mackenzie's hair tightly. The redhead stood there, lapping at Marianne's juices and inhaling her scent, her mind more relaxed as her arousal subsided. "God, that was fantastic." Marianne mumbled as she tried to catch her breath. For a few moments things seemed to have calmed down, until Mackenzie began to feel again the familiar grip of the belt. Whatever reprieve she got, it was temporary.