Riding her face

Mina pressed her pussy against Izzy's lips, and she eagerly opened her mouth. Oh, my God. Just a graze of her tongue against her friend's clit was sublime. Mina squealed with delight, and Izzy moaned into lips pursed around the clitoral bead. How was it possible that she was the one in heaven, here? She heard Mina humming blissfully and felt her hands dig into her hair. It was perfect, just perfect. This woman was the most beautiful creature she'd ever seen.

The end of Mina's dress bunched at the bridge of her nose. It made her feel like she was veiled. Was there even anything for the two men outside the pit to see? But yes, of course there was. They didn't need to see every dirty detail to have some fun watching their business partner's daughter ride a maid's face. That's all they were to those men, two pretty young things playing roles according to central casting.

Mina's hum jumped over a beat, and she giggled. "Mmph," Izzy grunted into her friend's cunt, begging, though not able to articulate, Mina tell her what she was doing wrong. But Mina said nothing. She just leaned harder into Izzy's mouth.

It was too much. She was lying back against the couch like a ragdoll. If she moved, there was a chance the whole illusion would be shattered. Izzy would wake up in her bed in the staff dorms, drenched in sweat and... God knows what else. But: it was too much. She couldn't bear the thought of just lying there when her friend's beautiful legs were so close. Her hands touched the back of Mina's knees.

"Fuck, look at her grabbing!" Paul said. She burned. That two men, total strangers, were watching was beyond shameful. Worse than that was that they could read what she wanted so easily. Yes, she wanted to touch Mina's legs. Mina's wetness was currently drowning her, running down her face, dripping onto the gray bodysuit. Was it such a terrible thing that she should want to touch back?

Mina rocked her hips, and Izzy whimpered again. The taste of her!

Izzy's fingers trailed up the back of Mina's legs. Mina continued to ride her mouth, grinding on her; beneath, Izzy started to cry. How long had she been waiting for this? They'd spent so many nights together in perfect, platonic friendship, but deep down inside she'd always wanted this. Had Mina known? The tips of her thumbs touched the underside of Mina's wonderful rear. She did yoga at least once a day, and that wasn't the end of it. The possibilities for fitness for the idle rich were endless. The resort catered to them all. Izzy wanted to touch her friend's ass so goddamn badly, but she was still afraid.

Mina reached back and grabbed one hand. Izzy almost broke free from the embrace of her legs, trying to apologize, but Mina dragged it up and placed it firmly on her right cheek. She glared down her own body at Izzy's teary eyes. "Put a finger in my ass," she said.