Chapter 51 by Zingiber

What's your next move?

Tell her to get off together. On a 10+, +1 Forward

Clara looks at you under her dark bangs through makeup-smeared eyes, soft with pleasure but wide with doubt. The floral perfume she's wearing tickles at your nose. Her red lips are slightly parted, and she licks her lips. You lick your own lips, tasting her juices in your mouth, and feel your heart thump.

"Clara. Lie back and spread your legs," you tell her. "We're going to make it together now."

Clara blinks, then nods. She looks like she's about to ask you a question, then shrugs, sighs, and lies back. She spreads her legs, exposing her bare pussy.

You move up to meet her, spreading your legs to meet hers, like two pair of open scissors, until your pussy lips kiss hers. You sigh together.

"Gloria..." she says.

"Let's do it," you say.