Lena dives right between Hana's legs.

Lynn knew what Terri was looking at, too. Her eyes flicked down to the spot between her legs. She knew what Terri wanted, but somehow, she couldn't bring herself to ask. She'd pushed her limits by making "Tracer" come, but this would be something entirely different.

Terri looked up at Lynn's indecision. Her stomach was a little rumbly, so maybe taking a second sitting down was a good idea. She was still quivering from her orgasm, but she found herself wanting to busy her hands... and maybe her mouth, too. Terri's heart pounded as she actually asked Lynn the unasked question.

"Ah... could I snog your minge?"

Lynn blinked. The corner of her mouth twitched. Then she burst out into peals of laughter.

"Aha! Oh, my God... That's... You're so silly, Terri!"

Terri's burning, sopping wet face did the impossible and turned even redder. "Oh..."

Lynn caught her breath and shook her head. "Fuck... I didn't mean it like that. Um... Lena, yeah. Yeah, you can do... whatever you want."

Terri practically leapt to her feet. Lynn tensed up for a moment, but she let herself imagine that Terri wasn't Terri. She was Tracer, now.

Terri's hands found their way to Lynn's butt soon enough, and despite her fake ****, Lynn adjusted her stance to move closer to Terri and to make the whole 'business' easier on her. Lynn had braced herself up against the back wall, squaring her shoulders and planting her palms on it. She looked forward like a soldier facing a firing squad, still pretending she was doing Terri a favour. Well, Terri knew too much about who Lynn was to fall for all that, so she just had a little laugh to herself and took focus. For a second more, Terri looked at Lynn's lower lips. She could see how swollen her clit had gotten, even compared to before, when she had gotten caught masturbating.

Terri leaned her head in and parted her lips, only to close them tight again when they wrapped around Lynn's clit. Even that little move was enough to elicit an almost-inaudible squeal from Lynn, but Terri was just getting started. The tip of her tongue brushed against the head of Lynn's clit, and Terri saw her fellow cosplayer quiver. A hot, heavy breath emerged from Lynn's lips, and she closed her eyes for a second to compose herself. Terri redoubled her efforts, squeezing Lynn's shapely butt as she swirled circles around Lynn's clit. She was worried at first that Lynn wasn't enjoying herself, since she was so quiet, but a quick glance upward at Lynn's face and her flickering eyelids gave her all the information she needed to know.

Lynn put a hand on the back of Terri's head, digging her fingers ever so gently into Terri's short hair and pulling her closer. It gave "Tracer" no other option but to keep eating her friend out... not that she'd have done anything else.