Tiffany Takes Control
Chryssy jumps as the warm hand slips along her calf, waking her. She feels the bed move as someone climbs upon it, gently coaxing her legs apart. She grumbles as she feels hot breath on her thigh as she assumes her husband has forgotten himself and decided to interrupt her sleep. She mumbles incoherently at the shape under the blankets about it being too late as a tongue presses against her clit, probing the hood back to expose her sensitive button. She feels a warm wet tongue swirl around her little nub, but something doesn't feel the same. Her husband's familiar attack to her pussy seems different but it begins to excite her and the annoyance of being woken so late at night begins to fade as the pleasure begins to course through her body. The familiar touch to her mound from her husband's goatee is absent as the tongue continues to swirl around her clit. She sighs at the thought that this isn't her husband after all, letting her annoyance slip from her thoughts. Lips suddenly join the tongue upon her skin, feeling the suction on her rapidly hardening clit. She begins to gyrate her hips as the tongue continues to probe her clit. The sexual contact beginning to excite her innermost desire.
Chryssy feels a soft hand slip over her stomach under her silky negligée, tracing a path to her tits. The hand surrounds a breast as a finger and thumb grasp her nipple and slowly roll it, the pressure increasing as the familiar tingle begins to course through her body causing her to push harder against the mouth on her pussy as her hands clench the bedsheet, an orgasm washes over her making her hold her breath to keep from screaming in pleasure.
The darkness of the room hides the form laying between Chryssy's legs. She tries to focus on the shape under the blanket as her orgasm subsides but she's unable to tell who it is. She releases her grip on the bedsheet as a second wave begins to wash over her. The person between her legs now licking the entire length of her pussy, lapping at her juices now running from within her then probing their tongue inside her.
Chryssy digs her heels into the bed while bending her knees, spreading them further apart to thrust her pelvis against the intruding tongue as she feels a second hand grab her other breast, both being kneaded with her nipples being pinched and pulled, driving another orgasm to wash over her, her legs shaking as she reaches between them, placing her hands behind the persons head and entwining her fingers in the soft hair.
Chryssy focuses on the familiar feeling in her pussy beginning to take over right before she squirts her womanly fluids. The woman between her legs begins to hum while they lick and suck her pussy wildly. The definite knowledge that a female is the one giving her pleasure drives her that last little bit to an explosive orgasm as her juices gush from her pussy to a waiting mouth.
Tiffany laps at the trembling pussy beneath her and tries to swallow all she can but the rush of fluids overwhelms her mouth, spilling around her and onto Chryssy's thighs to run onto the bedsheet. She removes her mouth and trails some kisses and gentle bites on Chryssy's mound then licking her way to where mound meets thigh, biting and sucking until she hears Chryssy gasps, trying to force her head away.
