Full-body service

Suki's breath came in ragged gasps as she turned toward Jo last, her body trembling from the previous dares. The blind girl sat with her legs folded beneath her, her porcelain skin glowing in the dim light, her deep brown eyes unfocused yet somehow seeing everything.

Jo tilted her head as Suki crawled closer, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. "My turn, little kitten?"

Suki swallowed hard. "M-Meow," she whispered, her voice hoarse.

Jo chuckled, low and throaty. "Oh, sweetheart. You sound exhausted." She reached out, her fingers brushing Suki's cheek—then trailing down to her chin, tilting her face up. "But you're not done yet, are you?"

Suki shook her head, her pulse fluttering beneath Jo's touch.

"Good." Jo's smile turned wicked. "Because I didn't get to see what the others did to you. So you'll have to make up for that." She leaned back, spreading her arms. "Lick me clean, Suki. Everywhere."

A shiver ran down Suki's spine. Everywhere.

Jo's skin was smooth, flawless—like porcelain warmed by the sun. Suki hesitated for only a second before leaning in, her tongue flicking out to trace the delicate curve of Jo's jaw. The taste was faintly sweet, lavender and salt, and Suki let out a soft, involuntary whimper as she dragged her tongue up to Jo's earlobe, nipping lightly.

Jo gasped, her fingers tangling in Suki's hair. "Fuck—yes."

Encouraged, Suki trailed wet, kittenish licks down Jo's throat, savoring the way her pulse jumped beneath her lips. The blind girl's skin was impossibly soft, her scent intoxicating—soap and something deeper, something hers. Suki lapped at the hollow of her collarbone, her tongue swirling in slow, worshipful circles.

Jo arched into the touch, her breath hitching. "God, your mouth..."

Suki mewled against her skin, her own arousal a throbbing ache between her thighs. She moved lower, her lips brushing the swell of Jo's small, pert breasts. Her tongue flicked over a stiff pink nipple, drawing a sharp gasp from Jo.

"More," Jo demanded, her voice rough.

Suki obeyed, lavishing attention on Jo's chest—licking, sucking, nipping—until the blind girl was trembling beneath her.

Then Jo guided her hands to her armpits, her smirk audible in her voice. "Don't forget here."

Suki hesitated. Jo's armpits were dusted with fine, downy hair, slightly damp with sweat. The musky scent was stronger here, earthy and intoxicating.

Jo arched a brow. "Problem?"

Suki shook her head—then remembered Jo couldn't see it. "N-No," she whispered.

"Then lick."

Suki leaned in, her tongue dragging through the soft hair, lapping up the salt and musk. Jo moaned, her hips jerking as Suki worshiped her with slow, deliberate strokes.

"Good girl," Jo purred, her fingers tightening in Suki's hair.

The praise sent a jolt of heat straight to Suki's core. She licked deeper, her nose pressing into Jo's skin, breathing her in.

Jo shuddered. "Now my arms."

Suki obeyed, trailing wet kisses down Jo's slender arms, her tongue tracing the delicate veins beneath her skin. Saliva glistened in her wake, Jo's skin shining under the dim light.

Jo let out a breathy laugh. "You're dripping on me."

Suki whimpered, but she didn't stop. She licked over Jo's wrists, her palms, even between her fingers—every inch of skin slick with her spit.

Jo's breath came faster, her thighs pressing together. "Fuck, Suki..."

Suki lifted her head, her lips swollen, her chin glistening. "M-Meow?"

Jo's grin was downright sinful. "Oh, kitten. We're nowhere near done."

Her hand slid between Suki's thighs, fingers brushing over her soaked panties.

Suki squeaked.

Jo laughed. "You like this, don't you? Being our pretty little pet?"

Suki couldn't answer—couldn't think—not with Jo's fingers teasing her through the lace.

Jo’s fingers traced the soaked fabric of Suki’s panties, her smirk deepening as she felt the slick heat beneath. “So wet for us,” she murmured, her voice a velvet purr. “Such a good, obedient kitten.”

Suki trembled, her thighs quivering around Jo’s touch. The plug in her ass shifted as she squirmed, sending another jolt of pleasure-pain through her.

Jo leaned back, her blind eyes somehow piercing. “Now, down you go.” She gestured lazily toward her legs. “I want every inch of me shining with your spit.”

Suki’s breath hitched. Slowly, she bent forward, her tongue flicking out to trace the smooth skin of Jo’s toned stomach. The taste was faintly salty, mingling with the lingering sweetness of lavender soap. She laved slow, worshipful strokes over Jo’s navel, dipping her tongue inside just to hear the sharp gasp it earned her.

Jo’s fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her lower. “Don’t stop.”

Suki didn’t. She dragged her lips along the delicate trail of brown hair leading down from Jo’s belly button, her tongue swirling over the soft skin of her hips. The scent here was muskier, heady with arousal, and Suki’s own pussy clenched in response.

Jo’s thighs fell open, an unspoken invitation.

Suki hesitated for only a second before pressing her face into the warm, damp crease of Jo’s thigh. She licked a slow, wet stripe upward, her nose brushing against the sparse brown curls at the apex of Jo’s legs.

Jo shuddered. “Fuck—”

Suki’s tongue darted out again, this time tracing the outer folds of Jo’s pussy. The taste was intoxicating—sweet and tangy, with an underlying musk that made Suki’s head spin. She lapped hungrily, kittenish licks turning deeper, more purposeful as Jo’s hips jerked beneath her.

“Y-Yes,” Jo gasped, her fingers tightening in Suki’s hair. “Just like that—”

Suki moaned against her, her own arousal a throbbing ache. She pressed closer, her tongue delving between Jo’s folds, flicking over her clit in teasing circles.

Jo’s back arched, a strangled cry tearing from her lips. “S-Suki—!”

But before she could tip over the edge, Suki pulled back, her lips glistening. She wasn’t done yet.

Jo whimpered at the loss, her chest heaving. “Tease.”

Suki smirked—then turned her attention lower.

Jo’s ass was petite but perfectly shaped, the cheeks soft under Suki’s hands as she spread them. The sight of Jo’s tight little hole, just inches from her own plugged entrance, sent a fresh wave of heat through Suki.

She leaned in, her tongue tracing slow, wet circles around Jo’s rim.

Jo jolted, a startled cry escaping her. “Oh my God—”

Suki didn’t stop. She licked and sucked, her saliva dripping down Jo’s skin as she worked her open. The taste was salt and skin and something uniquely Jo, and Suki couldn’t get enough.

Jo’s thighs trembled, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “F-Fuck, I can’t—Suki, please—”

Suki finally pulled back, her chin slick, her chest heaving. She crawled back up Jo’s body, her lips finding hers in a messy, **** kiss.

Jo moaned into her mouth, her fingers gripping Suki’s hips hard enough to bruise. The taste of herself on Suki’s tongue was filthy, intoxicating, and she deepened the kiss with a hungry growl.

Suki melted into her, her body alight with need. The plug in her ass, the ache between her thighs, the weight of the girls’ gazes on her—it was too much.

And yet, not enough.

Jo broke the kiss with a gasp, her lips swollen, her face flushed. “Fuck,” she breathed. “You’re perfect.”

Suki whimpered, her entire body trembling with overstimulation.

Jo smirked, her fingers trailing down Suki’s spine. “But we’re not done yet, are we?”

A chorus of giggles and murmurs rose from the other girls, their eyes dark with hunger.