Craig returns the favor

Jen rose to her feet, her movements fluid and deliberate as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pants. With a swift motion, she pushed them down along with her panties, the fabric sliding over her hips and thighs before pooling around her ankles. She stepped out of them, her bare feet making a soft sound against the floor. "It's my turn," she said, her voice steady but laced with a commanding desire. "Lick my pussy," she demanded, her tone leaving no room for hesitation. Craig, still catching his breath, looked up at her with a mixture of exhaustion and renewed arousal.

Wendy’s breath caught in her throat as she stood frozen in the closet, her hand instinctively covering her mouth to stifle a gasp. The dim light filtering through the slatted door cast shadows on the floor, and she strained her ears to catch every sound. Jen’s voice was firm, commanding, yet tinged with desire, and Craig’s labored breathing echoed through the room. Wendy’s heart raced as she watched Jen step out of her clothes, the fabric brushing against her skin with a soft rustle. The air was thick with tension, and Wendy could feel her own pulse pounding in her temples. She didn’t dare move, fearing even the slightest creak of the closet door might draw attention.

Craig’s hands trembled slightly as he reached for Jen’s thighs, his fingers brushing against her soft skin. He knelt down, his breath hitching as he gently parted her legs, revealing the intimate space between them. Jen’s pussy was perfectly waxed, except for a thin strip of hair above her clit, which glistened faintly under the dim light. The air was thick with anticipation as Craig leaned in, his tongue darting out to tease her clit. Jen’s breath caught, her hips arching slightly as she steadied herself by placing her hands on Craig’s shoulders.

Wendy’s heart pounded as she watched, her own arousal between her legs started to stir. She pressed her lips tighter together, her breath coming in shallow gasps. The closet felt suffocating, yet she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

Craig’s tongue moved with practiced precision, tracing circles around Jen’s clit before dipping lower to lap at her entrance. Jen’s fingers tightened on his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she fought to keep her balance. The room was filled with the wet sounds of his ministrations, each flick of his tongue drawing a sharp breath from Jen. Her hips began to move in rhythm, subtle at first but growing more insistent as the pleasure built. Craig could feel her trembling beneath his hands, her thighs quivering as he pressed deeper, his mouth working tirelessly to bring her to the edge.

Jen’s hands clenched into fists as they tangled in Craig’s hair, her grip tightening as the first waves of her orgasm surged through her. She pressed his head firmly against her, her hips bucking involuntarily as the pressure built. Craig’s tongue continued its relentless pace, his breath hot against her skin, and Jen could feel the vibrations of his moans resonating through her body. Her legs trembled beneath his hands, the muscles in her thighs tightening as she struggled to maintain her balance. The room seemed to narrow to the point where their bodies met, every sound amplified—Craig’s labored breathing, the wet, rhythmic strokes of his tongue, and Jen’s own sharp, hitched breaths.

As Jen's orgasm reached its peak, her body trembled uncontrollably, her fingers digging deeper into Craig's hair. Craig, sensing her climax, pressed his tongue firmer against her clit, drawing out every last shudder of pleasure. The room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and the wet, rhythmic strokes of Craig's tongue. Jen's legs quivered beneath his hands, threatening to give way as the waves of pleasure crashed over her. She managed to keep her balance, her hands still clenched in Craig's hair, as she rode out the orgasm.

Meanwhile, Wendy stood frozen in the closet, her heart pounding in her chest.