Page 42 of Deliverance

“Yeah?” She grins.

“Oh yeah,” I say before giving the other nipple the same treatment.

Maggie moans and squirms against me as I lick and suck her. My legs end up straddling one of hers and she arches it up as she continues praising me.

“That’s my good girl. Grind on my leg, baby. That feel good?”

I nod against her, nipping my teeth against her nipple and causing her to buck in reaction. As she does, her leg grinds against my clit harder than before and a whimper escapes me. Maggie’s eyes come to mine, heat and lust heavy in those green eyes before she speaks.

“Do you want me to make you feel good?”

Curiosity sparks inside me as I nod, and she sits up. I try to sit up as well, but she pushes me back down on the bed until I’m on my side.

“Maggie, what the?—”

“Patience,” she says as she slips her panties off before wedging herself in between my legs.

Understanding dawns on me. Oh my god. Is she trying to…are we going to…

“Scissor?” I ask.

Maggie pauses her movements and smirks as I continue.

“I mean, I just thought that was something that, I don’t know, straight dudes made up or something. Does it actually feel…good?”

Maggie smirks before sliding closer to me until her pussy touches mine. The instant it does, a shudder runs through me.

“I don’t know, does it?” Maggie goads.

“F-fair point.” I gasp as she thrusts her hips slightly, pressing herself right against my clit. “Fuck.”

“Just relax, baby B. Relax and take what you want, what you need.”

I swallow, nodding as I begin moving with Maggie. Both of us are fucking soaked, and for some reason, having her wet cunt rub against mine…fuck, there is no comparison. No words could ever properly capture the feeling. It’s fucking ecstasy.

I don’t even try to muffle my moans at this point. Let anyone come in. I really don’t give a shit. This feels way too good, way too perfect. I’m not stopping for anything.

“Maggie,” I pant, reaching out for her as I grind my pussy against hers.

“I’m here, baby. I’m here.” She breathes choppily.

We follow a sloppy rhythm, both of us desperate to pull more and more out of one another as our pace becomes frantic. Forget dry fucking, we are absolutely drenched fucking and I’ve never felt so much pleasure from anything before.

Her hand intertwines with my own as she tilts her pelvis, grinding down on me.

“C’mon, baby. Come for me. I want to feel you come all over my wet cunt.”

Her words do it for me. I can’t stop the freight train that slams into me. Over and over again, my body shakes as I moan and grind against her, her hand tightening around my own as she does the same.

“Fuck, B. Fuck, baby. Oh my god,” she moans as she falls over the edge, her moans practically shaking the walls.

Together we move, hump, and rub the shit out of each other before our bodies collapse. We lay there for several minutes, just breathing. I’m on a blissful cloud that I’ve never experienced before and I don’t want it to stop.

“Wow,” Maggie rasps.

“What?” I ask breathlessly.

She shakes her head. “I’ve just…I’ve never been able to come from doing that. Make others come, sure, sometimes, but both of us? Together like that?”

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