When it comes to lovemaking, usually Meghan prefers the bottom,

but when she came upon Beth doing some tummy crunches on the playroom rug, Meghan couldn’t resist pouncing.

My perspective as a male interested in Beth and Meghan and their lovemaking wonders about the sensations they each experience as their breasts press together. Pain? Pleasure? Either or neither or both, as Goofy used to say.

Their focus has to be the kiss, the devouring kiss. Breasts, bellies, bottoms become inconsequential as they taste each other, as they breathe each other, but I suspect taste and breath do not fully encompass the essence of their connection.

After their orgasms, Beth and Meghan sprawl on the playroom rug, their breaths gradually calming. “Whew,” Beth sighs. “For a moment I thought you were going to vacuum me up.”

“It crossed my mind,” Meghan admits. “Did you want me to?”

When Beth doesn’t respond right away, Meghan says, “You did ... You do!” A moment later her mouth covers Beth’s breast. She sucks hard while squeezing the other breast. Half a minute of this, and Meghan moves down to Beth’s middle. Her mouth clamps the whole of Beth’s vulva. Her tongue drives deep into the moist cunt, then flicks upward, scraping the erect clit, then down again, up again, again and again until Beth comes. Then it’s time for another deep kiss.

When again Beth has all but recovered, she manages to say, “Gosh, now I really need to be vacuumed up. I thought you were going to—”

“I was,” Meghan acknowledges. “But why should the vacuum cleaner have all the fun?”

When it comes to all-consuming love,
It matters not who’s below or above.
Consumed with lust’s fire,
All five senses require
Good taste and the passion thereof.

Poem by Ashley
Illustrations by Mat