Take turns

You crook a finger at Brittney, still sprawled across the sectional, chest heaving, thighs slick and trembling from the orgasm that just ripped through her. “Come here, slut.”

She crawls over on shaky limbs, knees dragging across the rug, eyes wide and glassy. You spread your thighs, skirt already hiked, panties long gone. “Time to return the favor. Get that tongue on my clit until I’m dripping down your chin.”

Brittney hesitates, lips parted, voice small. “I—I don’t know if I can—”

“Of course you can,” Stephanie cuts in, silk-smooth, threading fingers through Brittney’s tangled hair. “Just follow your instincts, princess.”

You fist that hair tighter, yank her face between your legs until her breath fans hot over your swollen folds. “Lick.”

Her tongue darts out tentative, kittenish at first, then bolder, lapping at your clit with growing hunger. The wet heat of her mouth sends sparks up your spine; you roll your hips, grinding against her face, smearing her cheeks with your slick. “That’s it, you little dyke,” you growl, pulling harder. “Eat me like you were born for it.”

Her eyes flare at the word, but she doesn’t stop (if anything, she dives deeper, tongue swirling, lips sucking, nose buried in your trimmed strip). You’re close already, the pressure coiling low and fierce.

“Been too long since a girl’s had her face in my cunt,” you pant, locking eyes with Stephanie. “Forgot how fucking good it feels.”

Her eyes flare at the word, but she doesn’t stop (if anything, she dives deeper, tongue swirling, lips sucking, nose buried in your trimmed strip). You’re close already, the pressure coiling low and fierce.

“Been too long since a girl’s had her face in my cunt,” you pant, locking eyes with Stephanie. “Forgot how fucking good it feels.”

Stephanie’s already moving, straddling Brittney’s shoulders, lowering her dripping pussy onto the girl’s eager mouth. Brittney moans into you (the vibration shooting straight to your core) as Stephanie starts to ride, hips rolling slow and filthy. The room fills with wet sounds, muffled whimpers, the creak of leather under shifting weight.

You come first (hard, sudden, a rush of heat flooding Brittney’s tongue). Stephanie follows seconds later, thighs clamping around Brittney’s head, a low, satisfied groan spilling out as she grinds through the aftershocks.

You both collapse back onto the couch, limbs tangled, sweat cooling on your skin. Brittney stays on her knees, face glazed, chest heaving, eyes dazed.

Stephanie wipes a thumb across Brittney’s swollen lip, smirking. “Natural talent. We might just turn you yet.”

You lean forward, voice low. “Not done, sweetheart. We’ve got hours.” The toys wait on the table, gleaming, patient. You and Stephanie exchange a look predatory, synchronized and reach for the next one.

You and Stephanie take turns using different toys on Brittney, making her beg for release. You tease her about how this is her first time with a woman, how she's such a little slut for enjoying it so much. You push her limits, testing how far she's willing to go.

Finally, when you've both had your fill, you sit back on the couch and lear at Brittney.