"Christy," Monica barely squeaked out again.
I moved my finger upwards, so that I just grazed her swollen red clit. Her whole body twitched in response. That drove her over the edge. Her body couldn't take any more. She was mine.
Finally, she grabbed my hands and pushed them further down towards her opening. With her eyes wide open, she looked at me and pleaded, "Make me cum, Christy! Please!"
Immediately, I dove my fingers deep inside Monica's soaking wet pussy. They glided in with no problem, instantly getting soaked as well. I decided to give her what she wanted finally, with no more waiting around.
With my fingers inside her, I pushed towards her G-spot, and touched it the way only another woman could. Stimulating it in little circles, giving just enough pressure to be maddening.
Monica was enjoying it, clearly. Even though I just wanted that little bit of dirty talk, she kept going. "YES YES! Christy!"
She lurched her head back and yelled, "Fuck me, Christy! Fuck me! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'M CUMMMMING!!!"
With one great scream, her whole body began to shake as waves and waves of her orgasm crashed through her body. With my fingers inside her, I could feel her walls contract and push on me. Her entire self was feeling the pleasure of an orgasm that only another woman could give.
I gently pulled my fingers out of her, and licked them, savoring the taste of Monica. It tasted like sex.
Monica needed a few minutes to regain mental function. In the meantime, I climbed up to the couch next to her and pulled her towards me. Her almost limp body didn't resist, and she rested her head on my shoulder, as her body continued to shudder from the orgasm.
"Wow Monica ," I whispered into her ear.
Monica must have been even more inexperienced than I thought, because she still hadn't composed herself after her climax. I didn't mind though. I just let her rest on me, enjoying the warmth of her body.
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