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"No, I wasn't really feeling up to anything much tonight," Sabiyya said. "I'd like to stay in, if you don't mind."

"Yeah, that's fine," Shui acknowledged. She moved into the kitchen to look through her cupboards. "Hungry at all though?"

"Not really," Sabiyya responded. She stalked up behind Shui. Once she was close enough, she thread her arms around Shui's midriff with a measured pace. Shui did not jump nor flinch. Instead she nonchalantly glanced over her shoulder. Sabiyya tightened her grasp enough to pull herself into Shui's back, making for lots of lovely contact.

"Although..." Sabiyya said, taking one step back from the other woman. "I wouldn't mind some cake right about now..." Sabiyya relocated her hands to Shui's backside - a pair of glutes swelled with toned muscle. Sabiyya tightened and relaxed her grip.

A soft grunt slipped from Shui's lips. "Jumping straight to desert, huh? Help yourself."

Sabiyya's heart quickened at that. She dropped Shui's shorts and underwear to midway down her thighs. Palm flat and fingers pointed down, Sabiyya ran a hand down the cleft of the basketball player's ass. She cupped her hand to follow the heavenly curvature. When she finally came to the end of the valley, she continued on to thread that hand between Shui's thighs and under her warming lips. Sabiyya only halted when she felt the soft tickle of hair against her finger pads.

Sabiyya laid her other hand at the bottom of Shui's spine. Applying the faintest pressure, she drew Shui's waist backward and her spine toward the horizontal. Shui accepted the inclined position, steadying herself with two hands on the countertop while her rear stuck out. She wanted to step wider to open up for Sabiyya, but was prohibited by her shorts.

Sabiyya, though, could make do. She took her finger pads forward and back along the cleavage of Shui's groin. The feather-light contact served to tease Shui. Sabiyya could feel the powerful thighs flex around her wrist. Just as soon, they relaxed once more. Shui was patient to let Sabiyya build her up.

A few strokes further and Sabiyya felt her middle finger grow damp. She took this as encouragement, but not as a sign to advance. For another thing, she was enjoying the slow show of Shui winding up. From where she stood, Sabiyya could watch those shoulders go from periodic flinches to unsteady rises and falls. The head that hung stable had begun to struggle to avoid sagging.

It was really a thrilling show, but Sabiyya's own libido drove her to seek a more dramatic display. Pausing with a finger on either side, she parted Shui's labia. The heavy sigh Shui gave at that quite nearly spurred Sabiyya to conclude the foreplay then and there. To her credit, she adopted a restrained pace to move her finger just past the outermost of Shui's folds.

With her other hand, she took a greedy handful of Shui's ass and groped it. She could feel the woman's knees wobble. She tried her finger against Shui's depths and found less resistance than moments ago.

Almost enough for a second finger, Sabiyya thought. She worked Shui's quim until this could be accomplished. Shortly after its addition, a stray stroke knocked Shui's wall such that her knees gave out and she released a louder moan.

"Fuhhhhh..."

"No, no, no. Not yet," Sabiyya implored her. She extracted her dripping hand, doing her best to save Shui from falling. She did not want her to finish yet. She wasn't done building her up. Conveniently, Shui had not yet crested her peak and instead eased back down - figuratively as well as literally.

Sabiyya supported the other woman, pulled up her bottoms, and guided her out of the kitchen. She moved her to the couch in her living space. Sabiyya helped her out of her clothes before stripping her own. Per Sabiyya's direction, Shui settled in a supine position on the couch.

Sabiyya was quick to wedge herself between Shui's legs and what little length of the couch remained. She threw said legs over her shoulders and pulled herself nice and close. Shui's beautiful pussy sported some hair on her pubic mound, and bore out-turned lips. Their unfinished business left them parted and glistening.

"Come on," Shui invited with a breathless chuckle.

Sabiyya held eye contact as she stuck her tongue into the other woman's folds. She dove further, stopping when her lips met Shui's. Wavering her lips and working her tongue, Sabiyya made out with Shui's pussy for something resembling an hour. Both climaxes in that window brought tremors to Shui's body and squeezes to Sabiyya's tongue.

Sabiyya came up with her face smeared in Shui's essence. The other woman was a sweaty, breathless, and satisfied mess.

"Care for a kiss?" Sabiyya grinned after Shui lifted her head to look at her.

"I don't think so," Shui chuckled. "But I'm not done either." Summoning a pinch of her replenishing strength, Shui rose to her elbows. "How about you clean up while I catch my breath. Then, I'll return the favour." Shui threw in a steamy lip bite for effect.

While Shui recovered, Sabiyya made her way to the restroom. She borrowed a washcloth to do away with as much of Shui's nectar as she could without a proper shower. After that, she consulted her reflection to make certain she was presentable to Shui.

Hot as a star, she complimented the woman in the mirror. Returning from her recess, Sabiyya found her hostess rehydrating in the kitchen. Sabiyya drank her own glass of water, swapped a few words with Shui, then the two of them kissed their way back to the newly-appointed sex couch.

Shui sat on the couch and directed Sabiyya to sit in her lap with her back to her. With hands that glided over her skin sensually, Sabiyya's legs were spread. Shui cupped her bush, making Sabiyya's throat tighten. The hand rubbed over her labia, covering so much over her that it stole her breath with every other stroke.

"Hoooo fuck, Shui..." Sabiyya's words were choked by hands that remained well away from her windpipe. It was nearly impossible for her to hold still while Shui treated her. She was helped by the strong arm wrapped over her torso, fondling one breast.

"You know you're irresistible when you make sounds like that," Shui remarked. She pulled Sabiyya tighter, poking her nipples harder into her back. Shui leaned her head one way and kissed the tensing muscles between Sabiyya's neck and shoulder.

"Ah... Sh-Shui, I..." Sabiyya's voice rippled in time with the action on her muff. "Uh-uh-uh-uh... You're going to- FUH! Ohhhhh... make me..." She braced herself with a hand on each of Shui's thighs.

Shui was experienced enough that she read the body language before Sabiyya even said anything. Still, she would never dare to ask a partner not to proclaim their climax. She raised the pace of her palming. When Sabiyya's previously elevating gasps plateaued, Shui spared special attention for her pearl.

"GAH! Shui! Fuahhhh... Gck! Mmmm..." Sabiyya babbled. "Tha's... AH! Ah! Ah, ah, AH, AH, AH, AH, AH! AH!" Sabiyya spilled over her precipice with Shui's hand a blur over her pussy. The climaxing woman's choppy moans could reasonably mistaken for sobbing, but Shui knew better, and reveled in her lover's song.

Sabiyya received tender kisses on her neck while she worked the spasms out of her system. Normally she wouldn't settle for a single peak with a partner, but Shui had pushed all the right buttons - or, perhaps, button, so to speak. She was still making up her breath when Shui held up her honey-sodden fingers for her to see, before licking them right in front of Sabiyya.

"You know, if you wanted to get a taste, I wouldn't have taken issue with you using your tongue instead," Sabiyya smirked.

"Maybe next time," Shui murmured lewdly.

Next time, Sabiyya thought. Next time. She hadn't given much thought to what a romp with Shui would mean for their dynamic going forward; shortsighted as it had been.