jerking as she came. Pleasure exploded outward from her clit, reducing her to a writhing, moaning mess in a rumpled nightshirt. Wetness soaked her linen drawers, as if she'd run for miles in them, leaving a little damp spot on the sheets beneath her.
Just as the touch became too strong, almost painful, it subsided, and Jennifer slowed her furious pace. Mary trembled in the afterglow as her lover coaxed her body down from its orgasmic peak. "There you are," Jennifer cooed sweetly in her ear. "That's better, isn't it? Sex feels good. I just needed a little while you were gone, that's all! And your brother was there, and he was such a gentleman...at first."
Panting, Mary tried to glare, but she couldn't quite manage it. She smiled tiredly and shook her head. "Jennifer," she moaned, "you're a bitch."
The redhead chuckled and gave Mary a pat on the crotch. Wet linen splatted softly against her hand. "Mmhm," she agreed, grinning and stretching. With a wiggle, she rolled upright in bed and popped up onto her knees to straddle Mary. Jennifer's tits bounced as she bent forward over the noblewoman, gazing down fondly into her eyes. "That's right," she agreed, "I'm the worst kind of bitch: a horny bitch in heat, and I need my cock!"
Leaning in, Jennifer kissed Mary, long and hard. They clung to each other for a breathless moment, tongue swirling. Mary arched her neck and returned the kiss enthusiastically. Her legs trembled a little as the pleasure faded slowly from her sopping cunt. At last, Jennifer broke off, pulling back with a tiny nip at Mary's lower lip.
"And I think," she murmured, smiling, "that I might not be the only needy bitch in this household."
Reaching back behind her rump, she slipped a finger up through one of the undershorts' leg holes to touch Mary's pussy directly. The noblewoman gasped as the slender length slid inside her body, parting the wet walls. She shuddered, fearing instinctively for her maidenhead -- though Mary was not quite sure, exactly, what that mystical barrier was, or how one might find it -- but Jennifer's touch was gentle, and her caresses never seemed to tear or breach anything as far as Mary could tell. Indeed, her body welcomed the invasion, spreading easily and then clenching down around the slender digit.
"Someone's very wet, here," Jennifer teased. Her finger wriggled, caressing Mary's inner walls. Helpless, the dark-haired woman moaned, her eyes fixed on Jennifer's. "Could it be you want a cock too?" Jennifer asked sweetly. "A nice, thick slab of man-meat all for yourself? I've been so greedy, hogging it all. I can be a good girl and share my toys, Mary. Would you like me to find some cock for you? Hm?"
Blushing brightly, Mary averted her eyes. She cleared her throat and tried her hardest not to mimic Jennifer's bedroom purr, but rather to speak in clear, authoritative tones. It only half-worked. "Jennifer," she protested, "my brother has the only, um, the only cock in the house right now." She stumbled slightly over the naughty word, but rushed on, pretending not to notice Jennifer's dimpled giggle at the hesitation. "You go ahead and, and, er, keep that. I certainly don't want any part of it!" She squirmed, breathless from her orgasm still and almost painfully distracted by the slender warmth inside her pussy. The touch was light and gentle inside her; instinctively, she knew she wanted more. She needed to be touched harder down there, and filled with more than just a single finger.
"What," Jennifer asked, grinning, "no part of it at all?" She pressed a little harder, the pad of her finger putting a delicious and dizzying pressure on the front of Mary's slit. "Not even that fat, delicious prickhead? That nice, thick shaft? All that cum in his healthy balls, mmm...I bet you'd be good at it, Mary. I bet you could suck it nice and slow and deep. I could show you how." Her smile was wicked; knowing. "You poor, horny girl. If he weren't your brother you'd be on your knees in a moment,
Just as the touch became too strong, almost painful, it subsided, and Jennifer slowed her furious pace. Mary trembled in the afterglow as her lover coaxed her body down from its orgasmic peak. "There you are," Jennifer cooed sweetly in her ear. "That's better, isn't it? Sex feels good. I just needed a little while you were gone, that's all! And your brother was there, and he was such a gentleman...at first."
Panting, Mary tried to glare, but she couldn't quite manage it. She smiled tiredly and shook her head. "Jennifer," she moaned, "you're a bitch."
The redhead chuckled and gave Mary a pat on the crotch. Wet linen splatted softly against her hand. "Mmhm," she agreed, grinning and stretching. With a wiggle, she rolled upright in bed and popped up onto her knees to straddle Mary. Jennifer's tits bounced as she bent forward over the noblewoman, gazing down fondly into her eyes. "That's right," she agreed, "I'm the worst kind of bitch: a horny bitch in heat, and I need my cock!"
Leaning in, Jennifer kissed Mary, long and hard. They clung to each other for a breathless moment, tongue swirling. Mary arched her neck and returned the kiss enthusiastically. Her legs trembled a little as the pleasure faded slowly from her sopping cunt. At last, Jennifer broke off, pulling back with a tiny nip at Mary's lower lip.
"And I think," she murmured, smiling, "that I might not be the only needy bitch in this household."
Reaching back behind her rump, she slipped a finger up through one of the undershorts' leg holes to touch Mary's pussy directly. The noblewoman gasped as the slender length slid inside her body, parting the wet walls. She shuddered, fearing instinctively for her maidenhead -- though Mary was not quite sure, exactly, what that mystical barrier was, or how one might find it -- but Jennifer's touch was gentle, and her caresses never seemed to tear or breach anything as far as Mary could tell. Indeed, her body welcomed the invasion, spreading easily and then clenching down around the slender digit.
"Someone's very wet, here," Jennifer teased. Her finger wriggled, caressing Mary's inner walls. Helpless, the dark-haired woman moaned, her eyes fixed on Jennifer's. "Could it be you want a cock too?" Jennifer asked sweetly. "A nice, thick slab of man-meat all for yourself? I've been so greedy, hogging it all. I can be a good girl and share my toys, Mary. Would you like me to find some cock for you? Hm?"
Blushing brightly, Mary averted her eyes. She cleared her throat and tried her hardest not to mimic Jennifer's bedroom purr, but rather to speak in clear, authoritative tones. It only half-worked. "Jennifer," she protested, "my brother has the only, um, the only cock in the house right now." She stumbled slightly over the naughty word, but rushed on, pretending not to notice Jennifer's dimpled giggle at the hesitation. "You go ahead and, and, er, keep that. I certainly don't want any part of it!" She squirmed, breathless from her orgasm still and almost painfully distracted by the slender warmth inside her pussy. The touch was light and gentle inside her; instinctively, she knew she wanted more. She needed to be touched harder down there, and filled with more than just a single finger.
"What," Jennifer asked, grinning, "no part of it at all?" She pressed a little harder, the pad of her finger putting a delicious and dizzying pressure on the front of Mary's slit. "Not even that fat, delicious prickhead? That nice, thick shaft? All that cum in his healthy balls, mmm...I bet you'd be good at it, Mary. I bet you could suck it nice and slow and deep. I could show you how." Her smile was wicked; knowing. "You poor, horny girl. If he weren't your brother you'd be on your knees in a moment,
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