Erica is too engrossed with Carrie to stop herself

I don’t even remember starting, all I remember is that suddenly I was french kissing Carrie’s lower lips. Any thought of stealing her shorts left my mind, replaced by the memory of the sweet taste of Carrie. It was just as good as I remembered, if not better. Every inch of her snatch was just as inviting as the last, and I made sure to feel all of it. If it weren’t for the fact I have no artistic ability, I could have drawn a perfect replica of her inner folds from the memory of my tongue alone.

And still I wanted more. I pushed my tongue as deep as I possibly could, wanting to explore all of her. My hands subconsciously reached behind Carrie, where they grabbed a plushy handful of her plump butt, pulling her towards me.

“I see you're having just as much fun as I am, Erica,” I heard Carrie say through her quiet gasping. I made no attempt to respond, too busy with my new **** on her clit.

I felt Carrie’s body start to shake, and I knew that meant she was at her limit. I was sad that it would be coming to an end so soon, but the thought of drinking up her cum as she did me was plenty exciting.

Her hips started to buck, but just as I was about to get my reward for bringing Carrie to orgasm...