“You still need more of me, I like that,” I moaned, bringing my hands to her head. “You are making my body boil once again,” I let rubbing her head.
Her head titled up just enough for our eyes to meet and her palms grabbed the bottoms of my boobs. She sucked on my nipples wholeheartedly, which made my heart go back into overdrive.
“Lick my nipple too, please, Collete.”
“Your wish is my command,” she replied, before her right hand slithered down to my twat.
She rubbed it as her tongue dropped down to my left nipple. She licked it, starting at the bottom and her hand rubbed my slit going back and forth.
“Oh, yes, Collete. Please for the love of everything and everyone, don’t you dare stop.”
My entire body clenched up and my eyes closed. I jiggled around and my mouth failed to close. My legs lifted up and struck the ground several times.
“Yes, just like that, use that tongue and those fingers. Get this MILF off,” I moaned, wrapping my arms around her again.
Even with her down, she absolutely refused to take the pleasure down at all. Her tongue turned up the speed and letting my nipple flick even more. My body was covered in sweat and dirty from the floor, but it was completely worth it though.
“Shit, Collete, I think the ball is rolling toward the ‘Love’ button,” I cried.
Then her fingers ventured back into my cherry and she sucked my nipple again.
“Oh, fuck me, I’m fucking letting loose again, Collete!” I roared, letting it all out.
“Yes, give my hand more of it, Natasha,” she groaned, leaning her head down on my shoulder.
It lasted for about thirty seconds that time and the smile on my face remained in tact. “Oh, son of a bitch fat mother fucking bitch, you are some kind of woman.”
“I know, I aim to please.”
We relaxed for a few more minutes as we both massaged each other a bit. She got my stomach and I rubbed her back and left arm.
“We should probably get dressed in case they come out,” she mentioned, before she started to lift herself up.
“Wait,” I objected, before she got up. “I want to hold you for another minute.”
“I can deal with that,” she answered, before she rose up and looked towards the top of the couch. “Even if they find out, it is not like they can really get mad, I mean we know they’ve been sexually intimate,” she mentioned, snatching a good sized lime green woolen cotton blanket.
“Feel free to envelope your arms around me again, elegant chick,” she told me, covering us both up with the blanket.
It covered us both up to our necks as we just cuddled together on the floor with our arms wrapped around one another.
“Its uncomfortable on the floor, but I find it strangely relaxing holding you,” I mentioned, before kissing her on the cheek.
“I could say the same about you.”
We held each other for a few more minutes and I felt my heart come onto hers. As if I found that one and only someone.
“I’m sorry I really couldn’t eat your pussy too much, I guess I had stage fright.”
“Its quite alright, newly promoted best friend, eating pussy isn’t exactly something that’s buried somewhere inside you. Besides, every woman is different, you gotta make sure you have that connection right as well. I certainly have to commend you for your enthusiasm to bring it up first.”