Chapter 262

It was months, if not years, since Laura had truly exhausted herself in fucking, as she and Sara did on their first night together in her new condo. They slept and fucked, and dozed and fucked, and bathed, fucking in the bath tub, then fucked back on the bed afterward, then dined and fucked, and slept some more, then fucked on Laura's white sofa, then slept again only to awaken and merge their slack, throbbing, exhausted bodies in one last conflagration of excruciating pleasure.

"I've never been fucked so much in my life," Sara admitted finally in a fatigued whisper, her head on the pillow next to Laura's, her dark eyes swimming with wonder. She was not too tired, however, to make another funny, endearing face, a screwy, cross-eyed face that seemed to tell Laura she was happy about it.

"Me either," Laura lied softly, even though it might as well be true. She had been this tired from the same amount of effort, but this moment seemed so completely permeated with love and deep emotion, as well as phenomenal physical desire, that she had to consider it something special. "Don't you feel like it's more than just... oh, fucking?" she asked, tenderly spreading the hair away from Sara's face with her fingers.

Sara had discarded the sexy red wig very soon, as well as her contact lenses, and Laura believed she found her even sexier without it. Sara's eyes grew wider as she listened to Laura. She nodded.

"I do. It is... different." She pushed her face closer so that their lips brushed. "Don't make me say any more."

Laura smiled. "I won't."

But for days afterward, she wondered what Sara had been reluctant to say.

Laura had long been well aware that she fell in love too easily.

... I fall in love too fast,
I fall in love too terribly hard
For love to ever last...

My heart should be well schooled
'Cause I've been fooled in the past,
But still I fall in love too easily,
I fall in love too fast.

My theme song, she thought, ruefully. But there's no way I can deny it. I feel... really deep feelings for this woman. I tingle when I think of her. And ache inside. And not just in my pussy either. In my gut, in the pit of my stomach, in my heart, in my toes and my fingertips, everywhere.

Laura even had dreams about Sara. It had been a long time since she had dreamed of another woman. Rina? Was it her? I used to dream of her all the time. But that was when I wasn't fucking everyone in sight, and I was focused completely on her. This has got to be different. I can't get Sara out of my brain, my body. My life.

Curiously, only one of her dreams had involved fucking, and that had occurred before their marathon christening of Laura's new condo. There was nothing exceptional about the dream-that is, nothing different in content from what they had already done together-except the fact that it left Laura throbbing emotionally for hours after awakening. They had made love sweetly, heatedly, emotionally, but that was the way they always fucked. Laura was aching with love for her all day.

The other dreams came after their condo-christening, and were devoid of sex. But not of love. In one they were talking lazily over coffee in Sara's kitchen. In another they were wandering hand in hand through a park. And in one dream they were playing Yahtze, of all things. Laura could recall very few of the details, but the lingering feeling of each dream was one of warm, delightfully happy well-being and deep love. The feelings were so deep that they would last for days after the dream.

She was in this state of mind one day when Dawn phoned her only a few minutes before five o'clock. Dawn's voice was mysteriously amused and wry.

"Got any plans this evening?"

This presented Laura with a few disturbing moments of extreme confusion. Just the thought of Dawn was, as always, nearly enough to set her on fire right where she sat. She had been aching dreamily about Sara, and without warning she was plunged into warm glow of vibrant physical desire brought about merely by the sound of Dawn's husky, suggestive voice. Thoughts of Dawn's marvelous naked body suddenly intruded into her reveries, Dawn's deeply black, glossy, smooth skin, such a wild sexual turn-on for Laura, Dawn's wiry hair, her glinting black eyes, her taunting half-smile, her delicious long coal-black pussy with it's wet shiny magenta insides.

On top of that, she had probably felt, in recent months, more strongly for Dawn than for anyone but Sara, for whom she now felt these dizzying transports of love. It was a difficult conflict. She wanted Dawn desperately, and loving Sara didn't make her want Dawn any less. She knew Sara would never know. They had purposely avoided cloying attachments, clinging to each other, calling all the time, making demands, almost as if, Laura thought, they both sensed the danger of getting too close too soon.

And yet, in the back of her mind she could not ignore the feelings of dishonesty she felt, as if seeing Dawn, fucking with Dawn-and probably so roughly, so fiercely and heatedly, as they usually did-were not only a deception of Sara, but also a rank and perfidious betrayal. Maybe it wasn't, but she felt like it would be, and that was enough to make Laura stew in the turmoil of her own divided loyalties.

"Laura?" Dawn prompted. "Are you still there?"

"Uh... oh, yes. I... don't have any plans," she whispered into the receiver, feeling the pulse flutter in her throat.

"Are you sure?" Dawn sounded skeptical, made suspicious by Laura's hesitation.

Laura shook it off quickly, fearing that by her confusion she might miss out on an evening with Dawn, the thought of which was already making her moisten and tingle.

"I'm sure," she said, brightly, sitting up, pressing her thighs together just to feel the lovely warmth that had suddenly blossomed between them.

"Want to drop by after work? I have a little surprise for you," Dawn said, a trace of coyness now entering her voice.

"Mmmm," Laura flirted, over the phone. "What could that be?"

"You'll have to wait and see."

"Will Robert be there?" Laura asked, pointedly.

There was a brief pause, which Laura believed Dawn allowed to happen deliberately, as if to emphasize the question, and her response.

"What do you think?" she finally breathed into the phone. "See you in twenty minutes, okay?"

Laura was always excited while driving to a hot little tryst, especially with the ravishing Dawn, but this time her feelings of anticipation were leavened by a very troubling sensation of guilt mixed with throbbing love: for Sara, and equally strong emotional and physical longings for Dawn. I am a very confused little puppy, she thought. I want them both. I want them totally. I don't want either of them to know I want the other one, or how much. What am I to do?

She was inundated by this welter of thoughts and feelings up to the moment Dawn opened the door. Then, mysteriously, they dissolved in a second, flowing away in the bright, mischievous explosion of Dawn's smile. Laura had not seen her for over two weeks, and all her old feelings, and hunger, for the girl suddenly obliterated everything else from her mind. She did not forget about Sara, but consciously stowed those feelings in a safe place away from all this, where they would be preserved and protected, but not allowed to interfere.

Dawn, who could often look like she had just crawled out of a box of discarded rags, was today dressed in a fresh, crisp light blue shirt and the same tight white pants, Laura guessed, that she had been wearing the first time Laura had seen her months ago. Those pants made it impossible to ignore her splendid, round ass, which she knew quite well and clearly enjoyed as she pivoted to let Laura see it, closing the door behind them as she drew Laura into the apartment.

"I've got to kiss you," Laura said, not letting her hand go.

Dawn's broad, teeth-gleaming smile, modulated into her characteristic sly smirk, the bemused, sexy half-smile that so captivated Laura. She came closer, lowering her eyelids. She was so enchantingly, bewitchingly black, so deeply black, that Laura, feeling an impulse she was quite familiar with, wanted to kiss and lick and swallow her and consume her completely on the spot. She felt a fierce lust for Dawn, a burning need for her, that almost surprised her by its force.

"I guess I can give you one. You want to come in here and sit down?"

"No. Right here."

To Laura's great delight, Dawn seemed to melt before her eyes, coming into Laura's outstretched arms with a pliant willingness, her eyes now smoking, and pressing her mouth to Laura's eagerly. Everything else but the feel of the girl's wonderful hard, young, shapely body left Laura's mind and her entire being. I really am a tramp and a slut, she realized, but I can't help it. I adore this sweet girl, I want her so bad. I can feel my nerves jumping and firing off everywhere in desire for her.

Dawn's mouth was open as soon as her lips met Laura's, and their tongues quickly engaged in a friendly battle to see which would conquer the other and bring the other girl to her knees in happy surrender. Laura was about ready to give in and drag Dawn down onto the floor. God, I have to fuck her! I have to fuck her now! I have to get my mouth into that juicy hot lovely black gash of hers, now, now!

But even through the pounding of hot blood behind her eardrums she could hear the faint, steady noise of the shower in the back of the apartment and to the left, where she knew the bathroom was. It was a small apartment, and she knew the noise could not be coming from anywhere else. Momentarily alarmed, she pulled her hungry lips back an inch from Dawn's, opening her eyes, causing Dawn to open hers.

"I thought you said Robert wasn't here," Laura panted.

"He isn't." Dawn's eyes flickered with mischief.

"Who's taking a shower?"

The mischievous half-smile again passed over Dawn's face. "That's my surprise," she grinned. "Want to come and see?"

Laura looked at her in momentary disbelief. What could be going on here? Then, as Dawn drew her silently toward the rear of the apartment, Laura noticed an expensive suitcase sitting in the short hallway just outside the bathroom. Immediately her stomach began to churn with anticipation and excitement. She did not even dare to decide whether it might be Shayla or Tamara.

She and Dawn paused before the half-shut door, from which steam was floating.

"Tell me who," Laura whispered to her.

"Why don't we surprise her?" Dawn grinned, black eyes glinting with happy mischief, lighted by unmistakably sexual fires.

Laura nodded as they both began unbuttoning and unzipping. "You're still not going to tell me who it is?"

Dawn's eyes twinkled. "Wait and see."

Unfortunately, Laura could not take her eyes off Dawn's body, which was quickly becoming completely visible as she dropped the blue shirt to the floor and slid the zipper of her tight white pants down. The tiny hallway was dim, and it made the already very black Dawn look even blacker. Laura, half out of her own clothes too by now, even though they were expensive 'corporate wear' things that she hesitated to drop on the floor but did anyway, could hardly keep her hands from straying to Dawn's gleaming flesh.

Dawn, giggling softly, brushed Laura's hands aside. "Laura," she said in a hushed but schoolmarmy voice, "you can have everything you want. Just take off your clothes. Now, do it. We don't want her to be turning it off before we get in there, do we?"

Laura shook her head. Quickly, they both slipped out of their underwear, and Dawn pulled the bathroom door open further. More wisps of steam poured out, and the loud noise of the rushing water swelled up.

Laura could not resist letting a hand fall to cup one of Dawn's incredible hard round buttocks as she slipped through the door. Dawn looked back over her shoulder at Laura and swatted it away. Laura, grinning, followed her into the small bathroom, dense with steam, reaching one hand under Dawn's arm and around her body, cupping one of Dawn's luscious naked breasts playfully.

"Now... will you cut that out!" Dawn hissed back at her.

"Oh..." came a high-pitched, echoing voice from the shower stall. "Dawn... is that you?"

"Only me," Dawn said, matter-of-factly, winking back at Laura.

She carefully pulled open the door of the shower stall, then quickly slipped inside before the occupant could raise an alarm. She grabbed Laura's hand and pulled her in too.

"Oh!" Tamara gasped, swiveling her head and seeing both of them behind her, half-shielding their eyes from the shower spray.

Dawn was beaming. "Look who I brought," she said.

At first Tamara's eyes were almost terror-stricken, but then she turned her gaze to Laura, then back to Dawn, and a small smile began to curve her lips. To Laura she looked absolutely ravishing with a white towel wrapped turban-style around her head to protect her hair, her smooth light brown body slick and shiny with water, her large dark-purplish nipples taut and wrinkled from the wetness.

"Laura!"

Laura smiled. "Hi, honey."

Momentarily befuddled and confused, Tamara looked down at both of their naked bodies, now wet too. Laura loved to fuck in the shower, but she had never done it with three at once, and the shower stall was very small. They were tightly crowded into it, unable to avoid touching, their wet flesh brushing each time they moved, or even breathed.

"You don't mind us joining you... do you?" Dawn asked, coyly.

But as far as Laura could tell, it wouldn't matter if Tamara did. There was really no way she could escape. Laura's hands and Dawn's were all over Tamara's naked, wet body, and Laura's mouth was fast approaching her mouth, then curving into it and unleashing a scorching kiss. At first Tamara would not open her mouth, but Laura's and Dawn's hands on her body seemed to warm her up fast, and she soon parted her lips to allow Laura's tongue inside.

"Oh... you guys!" she half-whimpered, though it was hard to hear her over the loud crash of the shower water striking their bodies and spraying off onto the surrounding tile and glass walls.

The three of them quickly became one mass of hot, wet, writhing flesh. Laura, completely oblivious to the fate of her hair, sucked Tamara's sensual lips hungrily, stabbing her tongue deep into Tamara's mouth, cupping and squeezing the girl's lovely firm breasts with her hands, then sucking and swallowing the water off her smooth brown neck. She realized that as soon as she dropped her lips to Tamara's shiny wet neck, Dawn had begun devouring her mouth. Her hands were fighting with Dawn's for Tamara's smooth, wet flesh.

Tamara could only yield to them, her wet body trembling and squirming under their searching, vigorous caresses. Laura knew that Dawn had probably fantasized about this moment for a long time since she had once confessed to having seen Tamara in the shower and experienced a twinge of lust for the girl's delicious, nearly perfect body. Plus, they were friends, old friends, and the influx of new, sexual emotion into their long-term relationship had to carry an extra erotic freight.

Laura wondered, in fact, why Dawn had even invited her over at all. Why didn't she just slip in here and surprise the enchanting creature all by herself? Maybe she needed me for support, to make it okay, or to share the blame. Or maybe she just wanted to share.

Tamara was whimpering and moaning, and they were certainly sharing her. The warm water from the shower poured down on all three. Laura's hair was soaked through, plastered to her head, and she could see glimmering jewels of water in the stiffish brush of Dawn's black hair. Tamara's towel turban was beginning to slip, to come unraveled.

"Mmmmm... ohhnnnn!" she gasped as Dawn's mouth dropped to her breasts.

But she didn't have a chance to say anything else as Laura's mouth replaced Dawn's on Tamara's, scorching it with hot kisses, her hand now dropping below, dipping between Tamara's thighs, feeling the wet matted hair of her crotch. She knew that both she and Dawn were overwhelmed by Tamara's beauty. The girl was beautifully formed, slender but shapely, her body flawless and pure in its clean lines and supple curves.

Dawn was sucking her nipples, and Laura took the opportunity, after having ravished Tamara's mouth again hungrily with her own, to drop to her knees and press her face between the girl's clenching wet thighs.

"Oh god!" Tamara gasped, now able to get a garbled cry out of her mouth again, leaning back into one tile wall. "Ungghhiiee!"

Laura glanced up to see Dawn's teeth playfully tugging one plump, swollen, purplish wet nipple. She saw Dawn release it and give Tamara a kittenish smile.

"What's the matter, baby... ? You don't like that?" she asked in a sultry voice, barely audible above the crash of the shower water, looking into Tamara's eyes while twirling the stiff, pointing nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

Tamara's eyes rolled upward briefly. Then she looked hotly into Dawn's. "I love it."

In the next instant Tamara's swollen, shiny nipple and some of the springy surrounding wet flesh of her breast disappeared again into Dawn's mouth. She moaned and quivered, her knees shaking, and Laura wrapped her arms around both of Tamara's legs to help her keep standing, fearing she was about to dissolve into shivers of excited sexual pleasure.

Laura's was in ninth heaven herself, crouched between the two of them, her mouth only inches from each delectable cunt, her hands running all over their firm, water-slick thighs. The rainbow of colors Dawn herself had described to Laura was completely there, though drenched in the shower rain: Laura with her pale, creamy skin, looking paler in the company of both Tamara, whose rich tawny café-au-lait skin glowed with the bright sheen of a second skin of water, and Dawn with her gorgeous deeply black skin glossy and wet and shining as Laura licked the streaming water droplets from her thigh.

She desperately wanted to lick both of their pussies at once, no matter how impossible it was. Her nose was only inches from the water-beaded black patch above Dawn's succulent quim, and she could see the winking, glistening red shininess below it, beckoning her tongue. But when she turned her face only slightly, her lips were just as close to Tamara's. The wet petals of her sweet pussy were swollen and puckered. Tamara's pussy, as Laura now recalled, protruded from her groin a little more than most, becoming an enchanting and beautifully sculptured little love chute, all primed and festering for Laura's kiss.

Unable to resist either of them, Laura ran one hand up between Dawn's sleek wet thighs, pressing two fingers into the gooey warm groove of her open cunt, and at the same instant pressed her mouth into Tamara's oozing love chute, running her tongue up inside.

"Ohhh!"

"Unhhhh! Ahnnnn!"

She heard them both gasp, almost in unison, and felt their wet bodies shudder a little as they felt her presence below. From here on things accelerated madly. Laura hardly knew what was going on above her, though she could occasionally glimpse Dawn ravishing Tamara's beautiful wet breasts and nipples with her lips and fingers, and then saw them kissing savagely. But she could feel the sagging in Tamara's knees, indicating that she was being quickly overwhelmed by swelling waves of lust and need, and Dawn's thighs pressed more tightly against Laura's hand as she churned her hips in a swirling fuck-motion.

Just having her mouth again on Tamara's sweet pussy after all this time was intoxicating to Laura. She tongued and sucked it hungrily, slurping and stabbing it, pressing the flat of her tongue against Tamara's little clit and waggling her head, stimulating it so much that she could hear little desperate whimpers escape from Tamara's throat in response to each separate motion of her head back and forth.

But as much as she wanted to keep doing it until Tamara was ripped apart by a ferocious orgasm, she suddenly realized that Dawn should be doing this, not her. She wanted her, Laura realized. She is eating her alive up there. She invited me over here to help her, to support her, or for whatever reason, but she dreamed of doing this, and here I am supplanting her, taking it all for myself, tasting this marvelous girl, thrilling in the tangy flavor of her sweet young pussy, when Dawn should be the one doing it.

Struggling to her feet in the splashing, noisy shower, still unable to keep herself from thirstily licking water droplets off both Tamara's and Dawn's naked wet bodies, Laura pushed Dawn away from Tamara's face, and her breasts, and coaxed her downward, pushing Dawn's wet shoulders lightly with her hands, letting her eyes speak to Dawn. Get down there, girl, and lick her pussy. She's going to come. Get down there and make her come.

Dawn, though she was almost glassy-eyed with hot lechery, gave Laura her usual half-smile, half-smirk, understanding Laura's meaning, slowly sinking to her knees while Laura quickly caught Tamara's slack mouth again with her own, driving her tongue between the girl's open teeth.

"Unngghh! Oh... Laura!" Tamara gasped, her eyelids fluttering.

"Yes, honey... god, how I've missed you!" Laura panted, squeezing Tamara's springy wet breasts, sucking her neck, flicking her earlobe with her tongue. "I want you so badly."

"Aujngghh!" Tamara suddenly groaned, throwing her head back as Dawn made her presence known, now sliding her own tongue up into Tamara's flowing pussy. "Oh! I'm going to fall!"

"No, honey... oh no, you're not, I've got you," Laura reassured her, pressing Tamara's body back against the tile of the shower stall, looping her own arms under Tamara's to support her, then dropping her own hungry mouth to the girl's sparkling wet dark purple nipples.

"Oh god, yes, Laura! Unnhhhh!"

At the same time that she was panting to Laura, throwing her head back and pushing her wet breasts up into Laura's face, she was also beginning to churn her hips and push her cunt into Dawn's devouring mouth, moaning and whimpering. She was completely at their mercy now, surrendering to them totally, and this very surrender made Laura even more aware of the noise in the small bathroom, the water pouring over them, drenching them, the steam swirling, their bodies wet and slick and rubbing passionately together. It can't be far away, she thought, scooping up one of Tamara's breasts in her hand and sucking the girl's wonderful stiff purplish nipple deep into her mouth. I can feel her trembling. I can feel the quaking deep inside her. God, I wish it would never stop, though!

"Oh! Oh!" Tamara cried, slumping one second, so that Laura had to struggle to keep her upright, then stiffening, pressing her back against the tile for leverage, pumping her pussy forward into Dawn's assault, grunting and snuffling a little in the effort. "Oh god!"

Knowing Tamara was going to come, Laura pressed her whole body against Tamara's, pushing her into the wall of the shower stall, mashing her own wet breasts against Tamara's and holding her tight, certain that a wild explosion was about to occur. And she was not disappointed.

Just a brief glance down showed her that Dawn had wrapped both of her glistening black arms around Tamara's hips and was nearly swallowing the girl's pussy, digging her fingers sharply into Tamara's light brown ass, and just devouring her cunt in a mad fit of lust. This is excited Laura more than ever, though her thrills were trivial compared to what it did to Tamara.

Watching her face, Laura suddenly saw her wince. Then an expression like a beautiful agony of excruciating pleasure passed across her lovely features.

"Aunghghh!" she half-gagged, throwing her head back, which Laura caught with one hand so that she wouldn't bang it against the tile. "Unngghhh!"

Laura could already feel the violent undulations beginning in Tamara's body, and she could see the fierce jolts of pleasure wracking her face.

"Ummnggiiiee!" Tamara suddenly whinnied directly into Laura's ear, and her body sagged, then clenched again, and a shattering orgasm hit her. "Anngghiieeeee! Oh! Oh... oh god... anngghiiieeee!" she wailed, her cries echoing off the bathroom walls.

Arms flailing helplessly, legs twitching, Tamara's whole body went into convulsions as she came, with Laura desperately pinning her to the wall as the water continued to pour down on all three of them. Again Laura glanced down to see that Dawn was not letting up. God, she's a monster, Laura grinned, watching Dawn slurp and suck Tamara's pretty little love chute even though the most powerful jolts of her orgasm had already occurred.

Dawn sucked and mauled Tamara's pussy passionately, finally slacking off only as she too could feel the heavy weight of the girl's body trying to slump to the floor, which only Laura's embrace prevented.

"You might want to give her a chance to recover," Laura smiled down at her, somehow swelling with pride at the thought that she had helped the two of them achieve this.

"Sorry," Dawn grinned up at her, with mock shame.

She gave Tamara's pussy one last kiss, a tender, lingering kiss, letting her long pink tongue slide up into the channel one last time, then struggled to her feet, Laura helping her up with one hand. Laura knew the feeling of that long tongue slithering up into her own pussy, and she was not shocked to see Tamara almost swooning again as she turned her face back to the girl.

"Ohhhh!" Tamara sighed, still overpowered by the force of her climax.

"Maybe you could turn the water off now," Dawn said to Laura, wholly deadpan, raising one eyebrow, as if any dope would have done it before this. "Little wet in here."

"A little crowded too," Laura smiled, turning off both faucets.

In fact, as they both held up Tamara now, kissing her face, licking the water from her shoulders, still grasping her wet breasts and caressing her as she came down from her orgasm, they both realized that the three of them in this shower stall was a very tight squeeze. Finally, Tamara's breathing returned to normal and her legs grew steadier, steady enough for them to release her.

She looked completely stunned and overwhelmed by what had happened. "Dawn... I never knew you..." she gasped, flustered, her beautiful light brown complexion suffused with rosy hues, either a residual flush from the orgasm she had just had, or a faint bloom of happy embarrassment.

Dawn gave her the bemused half-smile. "If I had known how good that was going to be, I would have done it years ago," she said, brushing the strands of wet hair out of Tamara's big, saucer-like eyes.

Tamara's eyelids fluttered. She was actually flirting with Dawn, Laura noticed.

"Actually... it's getting a little cold now... without the water," Tamara pointed out demurely, almost blushing again. These two, Laura and Dawn, had, of course, just fucked her into sweet oblivion. "Could we get out?"

"Mmmm, only if we can have more," Laura teased, again tenderly sucking her neck and twisting one thick round nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

Dawn broke into joyous laughter and opened the shower stall door, popping out, grabbing towels for them. "I'm afraid you girls are going to have to carry this on over at Laura's place. I have a class at seven and a meeting first with the professor at six-thirty. And Robert'll be home from work at 8. He's got a new schedule."

Laura, as she followed Tamara out of the shower, letting her eyes feast in a more leisurely way on the girl's almost perfect body, could not ignore a voice inside her saying: Yes! Yes! But Tamara's face fell. She reached up with one hand to stroke Dawn's jutting breasts, so magnificent and shiny, Dawn's large black nipples swollen and gleaming. But her eyes never left Dawn's.

"Ohhh," she said, disappointed. Then her lips curled upward in another flirtatious grin. "Sure you can't cut?"

Laura, hypnotized by lust, toweled off both of their luscious, desirable bodies at once, letting them work it out.

"You didn't get to come," Tamara said, her voice rising in a kind of uncontrollable wail. "Only me. You both must be burning up."

Dawn raised both eyebrows this time, shrugging slightly. "Can't have everything," she grinned. "Tell you what, I'll meet you at Laura's by nine."

Laura winked at them both, sucking the water off Dawn's sleek black shoulder. "We may have killed each other with fucking by then."

Tamara, who had never been used to such straight talk, almost died of embarrassment and titillation, mixed in equal measure.

Dawn, who knew the power of her naked body over Laura, and probably now over Tamara too, drew back slightly from them both and struck a pose. Her jutting breasts were breathtaking, her long, sleek, black midriff hard and glossy, her thighs strong and shapely, her mouth again curved in her characteristic half-smile. She ran both hands down her body in a slow, sensual motion, smirking sexily, and slid her fingers into her crotch, parting her thighs at the same time, watching their eyes as she pulled her pussy lips apart so that they could both see the shining raw magenta flesh inside.