Felicia's sex was slathered with her own wetness and some of the cum Peter had shot onto her bare midsection. It had trickled down like melting candle wax to frost her labia—foamy and frothy and delicious. Mary Jane's green eyes sparkled; her tongue glided between her lips.
She held off for a few moments, teasing Felicia with the idea that she might abandon her to go play with Peter instead, but mostly enjoying the pleasure of the anticipation. Whetting her appetite with the view and allowing sexual hunger pangs to quiver inside her.
Then she knelt down to tongue Felicia's pussy with long, sucking licks. Felicia's jaw dropped. Her eyes widened as she absorbed the sudden shock of pleasure from her long-time rival now mouthing her pussy. Mary Jane licked away at Peter's cum, relishing the taste as much as ever. Then, as the flavor dwindled and there was only Felicia to lap at, she savored that too. All the sweet wetness on Felicia's sex and lap and inside her, when she fucked her tongue into Felicia's opening and tasted Peter once more. She pushed her tongue all the way inside of Felicia and lingered there a moment, feeling the roiling tightness of Felicia's depths around her tongue—she wondered if the tension there was anything like Peter felt inside her.
All of her husband's seed had been licked away, but Felicia was filling her pussy with a flood of aroused juices. Mary Jane glued her lips to Felicia's slot and sucked. The cat burglar gurgled with joy, eyes crossing, then looking down in disbelief to confirm that it was Mary Jane between her legs, tonguing her with the relish of a born lesbian.
"I didn't know—you had it in you—" she wailed, her whole body quivering, only held in place by the webbing she still hung from.
"I'd eat Peter's cum out of my own ass if I could. But since I'm not quite
that
flexible—" and her talented tongue switched Felicia again, Felicia's lips gaping open as she decided to ask no more questions—not when it would distract Mary Jane from keeping that tongue in blissful motion.
Mary Jane went further, using her fingers to part Felicia's sex and running the flat of her tongue over its spread. Her lips brushed across Felicia's throbbing clit, then pulled at it. Felicia's body undulated, rolling and flexing, working her snatch into Mary Jane's face. Mary Jane was truly enjoying herself now, her lips drawing on whatever section of Felicia's labia she'd decided to stuff with pleasure, her fingers stabbing into Felicia's hole and running in and out while she mouthed her.
Felicia couldn't take it for long. "I'm gonna come!" she keened.
"
Mmmm
yeah, baby. Cream for me," Mary Jane cooed, sending her words into Felicia's open pussy like she wanted to hear them echo. "Let me drink your orgasm."
Mary Jane's fingers slid in and out at the bottom of Felicia's slit while her lips opened wide, held to the rest of Felicia's gaping, trembling sex as the cat burglar melted with the thrill of climax.
Her juices gushed into Mary Jane's mouth and poured over her tongue. Mary Jane gulped it down and sucked for more, wanting every delicious drop of that nectar. But some was inevitably wasted, or at least went untasted, coating Mary Jane's lovely face as she happily ground her lips into Felicia's slot. Tongue lapping up more from inside the cat burglar like a spoon. Until finally Felicia sighed and sank down so heavily it seemed to lower her an inch from the ceiling. She was drained.
Mary Jane kept tonguing her aftershock-ridden sex until the redhead was sure she'd licked up every drop, felt every spasm that could be caused by Felicia's delirious orgasm.
