No, Suki isn't nearly done yet

Slowly, weakly, Anita’s hands came up. With trembling fingers, she untied the sodden blindfold and pulled it from her eyes. She blinked, her vision blurry, clearing to see the stunned, hungry, and awe-struck faces of the other girls looking down at her.

Suki shifted weakly, pushing herself up. Her dark eyes, glazed and unfocused, met Anita’s. There were no words. There was only the raw, humiliating, glorious truth of what had just happened between them, witnessed by all.

Suki’s gaze drifted down Anita’s body, taking in the glistening evidence of her own orgasm covering Anita’s skin. A fresh wave of trembling shook her. And then, with a shyness that seemed absurd after what they’d just done, she slowly, deliberately, lowered her head.

She positioned herself between Anita’s spread legs, her eyes wide with a mixture of terror and fascination. She was looking at Anita’s pussy, the first one she had ever seen so closely. She saw the neat triangle of dark curls, the glistening, swollen lips, and the small, shiny metal ring piercing the left one.

Tentatively, as if approaching a sacred altar, Suki leaned in. Her tongue, inexperienced but eager, darted out for its first, tentative taste.

The sensation was electric for Anita. After the intensity of her own orgasm, the soft, shy lick was a brand new shock. She gasped, her hips jerking off the rug.

Encouraged, Suki dove in with a sudden, surprising hunger. She was a quick study, her tongue mimicking what she had just received—lapping at Anita’s folds, circling her clit, drinking deeply of her musky, jasmine-scented arousal. It was messy and unskilled and utterly, devastatingly perfect.

Anita’s hands tangled in Suki’s dark bob, not guiding, just holding on as another, softer orgasm began to build under the Japanese girl’s devoted, reciprocating worship. They were a perfect, filthy circle of giving and receiving, a 69 of mutual ruin, bathed in the evidence of their shared depravity and under the hungry eyes of their audience.

he blindfold was a soaked, useless rag, and she blinked up at the ceiling, her vision swimming, every nerve ending singing a hymn of pure, unadulterated debauchery.

Suki slowly pushed herself up, her movements weak and trembling. Her dark, dazed eyes found Anita’s. There were no words. There was only the raw, humiliating, glorious truth of what had just happened between them, witnessed by all. Her gaze drifted down Anita’s body, taking in the silvery trails of her own release cooling on the dusky skin. A fresh, full-body shudder wracked her slight frame.

And then, with a shyness that seemed absurdly precious after the torrential intimacy they’d just shared, Suki slowly, deliberately, lowered her head. She positioned herself between Anita’s spread legs, her eyes wide with a mixture of terror, fascination, and a dawning, **** need.

She was looking at Anita’s pussy—the first one she had ever seen so closely, so intimately. She saw the neat, dense triangle of dark curls, the glistening, swollen lips parted in arousal, and the small, shiny metal ring piercing the left one, catching the light.

Tentatively, as if approaching a sacred altar, Suki leaned in. Her tongue, inexperienced but fiercely eager, darted out for its first, tentative taste.

The sensation was an electric jolt for Anita. After the cataclysmic intensity of her own orgasm, the soft, shy lick was a brand new shock, a delicate counterpoint to the **** of her own pleasure. She gasped, her hips giving an involuntary jerk off the rug.

Encouraged, Suki dove in with a sudden, surprising hunger. She was a quick study, her tongue mimicking the worship she had just received—lapping at Anita’s folds, circling her throbbing clit, drinking deeply of her musky, jasmine-scented arousal. It was messy and unskilled and utterly, devastatingly perfect. Her small hands came up to grip Anita’s thighs, holding on as she explored this new, intoxicating landscape.

Anita’s hands tangled in Suki’s dark, dishevelled bob, not guiding, just holding on as another, softer orgasm began to build under the Japanese girl’s devoted, reciprocating worship. They were a perfect, filthy circle of giving and receiving, a 69 of mutual ruin, bathed in the evidence of their shared depravity.

It was in the midst of this—Suki’s earnest, clumsy tonguing sending fresh shivers up Anita’s spine—that a memory seemed to pierce Suki’s pleasure-fogged mind. She went still for a moment, her lips still pressed against Anita’s slick flesh. She pulled back slightly, her breath coming in hot, ragged puffs against Anita’s sensitive skin.

“Anita,” she whispered, her voice hoarse, muffled by Anita’s curls. “It is… my turn. My dare for you.”

Anita’s eyes, which had drifted shut, fluttered open. She looked down at the top of Suki’s head, a lazy, sated smile playing on her lips. “Mmm? What is it, Suki?” she murmured, her fingers stroking Suki’s hair.

Suki lifted her head. Her face was a mess—glistening with Anita’s arousal, her eyes still glassy, her lips swollen. She looked utterly debauched, and the contrast with the shy, serious expression she was trying to maintain was wildly erotic.

“What you did for me…” Suki began, her voice gaining a little strength, laced with awe. “The… the flood. I felt… I never felt such thing. It was… everything.” She bit her lip, a new kind of desperation in her eyes. “I want to give that to you. I want to feel your… your bliss. On my face. In my mouth. I dare you… squirt for me. Like I did for you.”

The request landed in the silent room. A few of the other girls inhaled sharply. Anita’s smile faltered, then turned into a gentle, almost apologetic look.

“Oh, Suki,” Anita said softly, her voice full of genuine regret. She propped herself up on her elbows. “I can’t.”

Suki’s face fell. The **** hope in her eyes crumpled into confusion and hurt. “You… you cannot? But you made me…”

“I know, I know I did,” Anita said quickly, reaching out to touch Suki’s flushed cheek. “And it was incredible. But… I’m not a squirter. My body doesn’t… it doesn’t do that. It’s not something I can just make happen, even if I wanted to.” She could see the disappointment crushing Suki, the desire to share this profound experience becoming a painful rejection. “I’m sorry.”

Suki looked down, her shoulders slumping. She looked so lost, so dejected, sitting there covered in their mingled fluids, her daring request denied.