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out, setting up a good, consistent rhythm. Elizabeth propped herself up on her elbows to watch, thrusting against the vibrator and breathing with shallow breaths. When Christa turned on the vibrator and bent to suck and lave her clit, Elizabeth threw back her head and howled.
    She tasted divine. Salty and earthy and all woman. Christa lost herself in driving the other woman wild with her tongue, while all the time fucking her harder and harder with the pulsating toy. She gazed up Elizabeth’s body to see her face transform into ecstasy. Elizabeth’s clit throbbed in her mouth as she came and came and screamed out her pleasure.
    â€œNo more,” Elizabeth begged. “I can’t take any more.”
    Christa laughed softly and released the other woman from her ministrations. She turned off the vibrator and threw it aside, then took Elizabeth in her arms again to snuggle and pet her. Her golden skin was flushed and her blue-ice eyes were drooping with languorous contentment.
    â€œYou’re a peach,” Christa murmured. “A delectable, tasty peach.”
    Elizabeth grinned and rolled Christa below her so she could lie against the length of her body. She grabbed Christa’s hands and pulled her arms up above her head, linking their fingers. With her legs, she pushed Christa’s legs open and undulated against her, kissing and nibbling her neck. The tips of her erect nipples brushed against Christa’s breasts.
    â€œOh, God that feels so good,” Christa gasped. “More.”
    Elizabeth let go of Christa’s hands and propped herself up to tease Christa’s hard, sensitive nipples with her own. Christa grabbed the firm globes of Elizabeth’s arse and started grinding against her, pushing the other woman’s vulva against hers.
    Elizabeth laughed breathlessly. “That’s not going to work. We need a little more contact than that. Let’s do it properly. I want your clit against mine.”
    In a flurry of arms and legs and much giggling, Christa found herself lying back on the bed, her legs wide with one hooked around Elizabeth’s waist. Elizabeth knelt diagonally over her, her legs wide, allowing their vulvas to touch and slide and grind, scissors style.
    â€œYou’ve done this before,” Christa said, gasping and breathing hard as Elizabeth worked against her clit.
    â€œDamn straight,” the other woman said. “I was the Queen of Trib in my sorority house. Everyone wanted my cunt.”
    She smiled broadly at Christa, her eyes full of wild abandon. She circled her hips and pressed hard against Christa who pushed and thrust against her, grabbing Elizabeth’s arse cheeks, desperate for her own release.
    Christa tipped back her head and closed her eyes, trying to prolong the raging pleasure as Elizabeth bore down harder and harder, fucking her clit. “Oh, God, yes, please keep going,” she begged.
    â€œLook at me,” Elizabeth demanded in a ragged voice. As Christa’s mind started to fragment in blinding, wild ecstasy, she opened her eyes and saw her Nordic Goddess in all her glory, her blonde hair wild around her head and her breasts swaying rhythmically as she worked against Christa.
    â€œAre you gonna come now, pretty girl?” Elizabeth gasped. “Come, come now!”
    Christa thought she might die and go to heaven when pleasure so intense flooded her body, making her scream and beg. “Oh God. Yes, no. I can’t. No more.”
    â€œYes you can,” Elizabeth cried as she worked herself furiously against Christa’s clit, thrusting and grinding. “Fuck, fuck, yes!” She screamed as she came, hard.
    Elizabeth collapsed across Christa’s body, both women lost in the bliss of post-orgasmic abandon.
    Christa had been with women before, but never had the pleasure been as intense and wild. Beneath her businesswoman persona, Elizabeth was another person.
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    Elizabeth Underwood sat on the bed,