Page 108 of Vying Girls
Her breaths are shakier now, her hips rising into Haz’s hand. Haz keeps her movements slow, something I’m sure is killing her, but we need slow for what we have planned.
I kiss down her chest, licking the soft skin of her boob as Haz attaches her lips to Tilda’s neck.
‘Can totally take it off now, if you want,’ Tilda breathes.
I smile, pulling her upwards so I can undo the clasp. Haz yanks it away, immediately pinching a nipple and making Tilda hiss.
‘Safe word,’ I say quickly.
‘Serpent,’ they say in unison.
I huff out a breath. Wonder who came up with that one.
‘Take over her cunt,’ Haz says, moving her attention to Tilda’s boobs.
I bend Tilda’s legs, settling between them. She eyes me thirstily, eyelashes fluttering when I start making patterns over her clit with my thumbs.
‘You both feel so good,’ she groans.
Taking both her hands, Haz raises them above her head before attaching her lips to Tilda’s wrists, painting the skin with her tongue, sucking until Tilda gasps.
My mouth waters. I look down at my hands, able to feel the wet heat of her through two layers of cotton.
‘Are we ever gonna get this bitch undressed?’ Haz asks.
I frown, eyes darting to Tilda’s face. She has her eyes closed, paying Haz no mind. ‘Don’t call her a bitch.’
Haz grins. ‘But she is. Look at her.’ She pinches a nipple again, making Tilda writhe. ‘Bitch in heat.’
My own pussy throbs at the sight of her, making me regret putting on constricting jeans. Why did I get dressed again? Too many bloody layers to take off.
‘Elly,’ Tilda whispers with a hint of frustration.
Haz tuts, shoving my hands away before grasping Tilda’s shorts and knickers and whipping them off her.
‘There’s slow and then there’s fuckingslow.’
I don’t reply, caught up in the sight of Tilda bare and exposed and wet right before me.
‘Hey, look.’ Haz puts her hand between Tilda’s legs, her fingers slick when she raises them again. ‘Fuckingdrenched.’She slaps Tilda’s thigh lightly. ‘Good little dog.’
‘This dog’s gonna bite if someone doesn’t get me off soon.’
Haz’s face comes alive. Lying down, she pulls Tilda back against her, one hand drifting between her legs. ‘Elly, get her front.’
I lie on her other side, my lips immediately taken in a fiery kiss.
Haz isn’t going slow now, strumming Tilda’s clit with those large fingers of hers. I break off the kiss to watch, Haz’s skin almost brown against the sunless skin of Tilda’s inner thighs.
‘Feel my cock?’ she says into Tilda’s ear, waiting until she nods. ‘That’s gonna be inside you later, stretching that soaked pussy of yours.’
‘Put it in now,’ Tilda moans.
Haz smirks. ‘Patience, princess.’ She dips inside Tilda, her eyes rolling back. ‘Fuck, could you get any wetter? Been fucking waiting for this, haven’t you?’ She gasps as she thrusts her hips into Tilda. ‘Can’t wait to take you.’
Tilda whimpers, hands grasping at me in a way that tells me she’s getting close. I capture one of her nipples, rolling it in time with Haz’s strokes.
Tilda gasps, biting her lip. ‘Fuck.Fuck.’
