broken by her mounting enjoyment.
Wendy could feel an excited tremor shaking the arm that held her. Her own greed for the water would have made her lick Sky’s sex happily, but the woman’s stern command reminded her that she was not just drinking. Determined to please her, Wendy pushed her tongue into the velvety depths of Sky’s sex.
Sky groaned.
Wendy pushed her tongue deeper, sensing the musky fragrance of Sky’s arousal. Instead of lapping up chilled water, she was drinking warm, syrupy pussy honey. Its sweet taste and mellifluous scent inspired the return of her own arousal. As she buried her tongue into the slippery warmth of Sky’s sex, Wendy could feel the pulse of her own desire beating with renewed vigour.
‘My clit,’ sky gasped, passion tearing the words from her throat. ‘Tongue my clit.’
Wendy obeyed without hesitation. She slid her tongue from the warm confines of Sky’s pussy and trilled the tip against her pulsing pearl of pleasure.
Sky shrieked furious words of elation as the thrill of an orgasm began to gather.
Wendy could feel the woman was tense and ready to explode. The thighs by her face were rigid with pent-up pleasure. The hands that held her head were pushing furiously down. Wendy continued to tap her tongue against the woman’s erect clitoris, extracting as much pleasure from Sky’s climax as she had from her own. As Sky reached the pinnacle of her orgasm, a misty spray of pushy honey splashed Wendy’s nose and lips.
Sky’s groan of joy echoed dully around the sauna walls. It was a guttural drawl, filled with dark, meaningless expletives. From between the woman’s legs, Wendy watched her rock her read from side to side. Her teeth were clenched tightly in a grimace of delight.
Wendy had expected the woman to release her head when the orgasm struck, but Sky made no attempt to move her hands. Conversely, she seemed to hold the hair in a tighter grip and Wendy was touched by a rising tide of panic that snatched the air from her lungs.
‘Good,’ Sky breathed quietly, staring down at her. Her voice trembled slightly with the aftermath of her enjoyment, but other than that she seemed to be in absolute control once again. ‘You’ve just proved how useful you can be,’ she whispered. ‘Let’s see if we’re still agreed on the terms of our working relationship.’
With her head pressed against the bench, Wendy could do nothing but glance up fearfully.
‘Who’s in control of Elysian Fields?’ Sky asked.
Wendy drew a shivering breath. ‘You are,’ she said firmly.
Sky smiled. ‘And who’s going to run this place for me, for the foreseeable future?’
‘I am,’ Wendy said quickly.
Still smiling, Sky nodded. ‘And whose instructions do you follow from now on? Mine or Faye Meadows’?’
‘Yours,’ Wendy said immediately. She was determined that there would be no trace of doubt or hesitancy in her tone this time. ‘I follow your instructions.’
Sky nodded, seemingly satisfied with this response. ‘You were a little unsure about that point earlier,’ she observed quietly. ‘And while I admire your dedication to Faye, I need to be absolutely sure that you’re on my side.’
‘Of course,’ Wendy gasped, trying to nod from her position between Sky’s legs, trapped against the bench. ‘Of course,’ she repeated nervously.
‘Well,’ Sky began hesitantly. ‘While I’d like to believe you, without hesitation, I think we ought to have another little drink together.’
Wendy frowned, not sure she had heard correctly, or if she had understood the woman.
‘Another drink,’ Sky said, pouring icy-cold water over her chest and on to Wendy’s upturned face. ‘Have this drink with me, then I’ll feel better about trusting you.’
Wendy pushed her tongue against Sky’s sex and began to lap furiously at her cleft. The icy water had been a welcoming balm before, but now, as it splashed up her nose and into her moth, she felt close to gagging on it. The
Wendy could feel an excited tremor shaking the arm that held her. Her own greed for the water would have made her lick Sky’s sex happily, but the woman’s stern command reminded her that she was not just drinking. Determined to please her, Wendy pushed her tongue into the velvety depths of Sky’s sex.
Sky groaned.
Wendy pushed her tongue deeper, sensing the musky fragrance of Sky’s arousal. Instead of lapping up chilled water, she was drinking warm, syrupy pussy honey. Its sweet taste and mellifluous scent inspired the return of her own arousal. As she buried her tongue into the slippery warmth of Sky’s sex, Wendy could feel the pulse of her own desire beating with renewed vigour.
‘My clit,’ sky gasped, passion tearing the words from her throat. ‘Tongue my clit.’
Wendy obeyed without hesitation. She slid her tongue from the warm confines of Sky’s pussy and trilled the tip against her pulsing pearl of pleasure.
Sky shrieked furious words of elation as the thrill of an orgasm began to gather.
Wendy could feel the woman was tense and ready to explode. The thighs by her face were rigid with pent-up pleasure. The hands that held her head were pushing furiously down. Wendy continued to tap her tongue against the woman’s erect clitoris, extracting as much pleasure from Sky’s climax as she had from her own. As Sky reached the pinnacle of her orgasm, a misty spray of pushy honey splashed Wendy’s nose and lips.
Sky’s groan of joy echoed dully around the sauna walls. It was a guttural drawl, filled with dark, meaningless expletives. From between the woman’s legs, Wendy watched her rock her read from side to side. Her teeth were clenched tightly in a grimace of delight.
Wendy had expected the woman to release her head when the orgasm struck, but Sky made no attempt to move her hands. Conversely, she seemed to hold the hair in a tighter grip and Wendy was touched by a rising tide of panic that snatched the air from her lungs.
‘Good,’ Sky breathed quietly, staring down at her. Her voice trembled slightly with the aftermath of her enjoyment, but other than that she seemed to be in absolute control once again. ‘You’ve just proved how useful you can be,’ she whispered. ‘Let’s see if we’re still agreed on the terms of our working relationship.’
With her head pressed against the bench, Wendy could do nothing but glance up fearfully.
‘Who’s in control of Elysian Fields?’ Sky asked.
Wendy drew a shivering breath. ‘You are,’ she said firmly.
Sky smiled. ‘And who’s going to run this place for me, for the foreseeable future?’
‘I am,’ Wendy said quickly.
Still smiling, Sky nodded. ‘And whose instructions do you follow from now on? Mine or Faye Meadows’?’
‘Yours,’ Wendy said immediately. She was determined that there would be no trace of doubt or hesitancy in her tone this time. ‘I follow your instructions.’
Sky nodded, seemingly satisfied with this response. ‘You were a little unsure about that point earlier,’ she observed quietly. ‘And while I admire your dedication to Faye, I need to be absolutely sure that you’re on my side.’
‘Of course,’ Wendy gasped, trying to nod from her position between Sky’s legs, trapped against the bench. ‘Of course,’ she repeated nervously.
‘Well,’ Sky began hesitantly. ‘While I’d like to believe you, without hesitation, I think we ought to have another little drink together.’
Wendy frowned, not sure she had heard correctly, or if she had understood the woman.
‘Another drink,’ Sky said, pouring icy-cold water over her chest and on to Wendy’s upturned face. ‘Have this drink with me, then I’ll feel better about trusting you.’
Wendy pushed her tongue against Sky’s sex and began to lap furiously at her cleft. The icy water had been a welcoming balm before, but now, as it splashed up her nose and into her moth, she felt close to gagging on it. The
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