And I can’t keep myself from joining.
I climb onto the bed towards Amy.
“Lie down,” I order her. And when she does, I sit on her face. She still moves her hips with Jane, and I watch their pussies rubbing against each other, hear the arousing smacking. They’re both turned on beyond.
I move my hips in soft waves over Amy’s face, getting myself off on her mouth and nose, digging into my pussy.
I don’t care if I suffocate her, and she doesn’t either, because she grabs around my legs and pulls me even more onto her face, her tongue entering me.
I moan.
Jane moans.
My movements get harsher.
I want more.
I need more.
A muffled loud moan into my pussy, and it’s what does it for me.
Heat burns through me as I stop moving. Bend down. And the releasing wave rolls through my core.
I collapse onto the bed.
Amy gasps for air.
Our eyes meet.
She beams at me.
She is happy.
So fucking happy.
And that’s all I ever wanted.
She always says she doesn’t know who she is. But she does. She does right now. She’s just too scared to acknowledge it.
She gives me one more moment before she sits up, frees Jane, and pulls Jane to her. Between us.
“How do you feel?” she asks her.
“Epic, but dizzy. So much about she doesn’t eat me,” says Jane and closes her eyes. Amy laughs and caresses her hair. Like she did with me.
Only her eyes are on me, the entire time.
We lie there for a very long time until the room is dipped only in darkness and the lights of the city.
Jane’s breathing has calmed down.
“Is she asleep?” I whisper.
Amy nods.
“Cigarette?” I ask her, and she nods.
We get up as silently as possible and get up onto the terrace, naked as we are. Amy lights a cigarette, and I open the glass door. Cold air streams into the warmed enclosure, and I take one of the blankets and wrap it around us, stepping behind her.
