Whose turn is it anyway?

Bette was ecstatic as she felt and tasted Tinas ejaculation. Slowly, savoring each drop, she laps up the sweet liquid like it was cognac, becoming intoxicated by the scent of Tina. Bettes feeling of triumph overwhelms her soul, this is the first time she felt she was a successful lover. Despite all the glorious songs of her talents, this is the first time she felt worthy of such praise.

Reaching up and out to Tina, Bette lowers herself for more kisses. Instead of meeting her halfway, Tina pulled back. She was not accustomed to tasting herself. She has never gotten used to the taste of men and felt uncomfortable with such intimacies.

Bette could not hide her disappointment and pain. Reading her face, Tina rushed to explain that she has never tasted herself and asked Bette if she ever tasted herself? Duh?!

Not with words, but with action, Bette kneels next to the couch, facing Tina, she uses her right hand to begin her ritual of self play. Starting with her still hard nipples, she touches the right then the left, pulling and tugging, even twisting once, twice and more times on each swollen nub.

With her left hand, she touches Tinas hair, face, lips, letting Tina nibble her fingers. Slowing, she traces down Tinas body, her right hand mirroring the same path on her own body. As she reaches the sacred regions, she slowly circles each play box, dipping one finger, then two inside herself and Tina at the same time. Their eyes were locked onto each other. Tina found it impossible not to stare at the fire burning within Bettes eyes, reflecting her soul.

Despite the drippings on her fingers, Bette does not allow either of them to come. When they were both very close, she withdraws and places both hands in front of her hungry mouth, slowly licking her fingers, the two indexes, then middle digits, mixing their juices together. Bette sucks on her well marinated fingers as if she was sucking the meat out of a crab craw.

Watching Bette sucking all four fingers jolted Tina to her core. Losing all fears, she pushed Bette down and roughly licks at Bettes juice that is running down her thighs. But Bette stops her by pulling her head up to face her. She lightly kisses her lips, lips barely touching, as she takes Tinas hand and directs them to imitate the same motions as she had done just moments earlier.

With incredible sweetness, Bette gently show Tina how to use her hands and fingers to enjoy the sensations running though both their bodies. Instinctively and being a quick learner, Tina withdraws her hand when they were again very close to coming. Keeping her eyes on Bette, she licks and sucks her fingers in the same manner as Bette had just done. Gnawing at her own fingers, Tina knew she has never ever tasted anything as sweet, as delicious, as wonderful, she felt like a starved soul shown her salvation.

Kneeling behind Tina, Bette helps Tina scoop a little more of their juices and guides Tinas hand to her mouth. While Tina is feasting on herself, Bette continues her own ministrations by right palming her own *****, pushing two fingers into herself, while her left hand mirrors her right by palming Tinas *****, pushing two fingers into Tina. Tinas left arm and hand reaches back around, grabbing and scratching Bettes left ***** cheek.

Rocking to the music within their joined hearts, (is it possible) both come at the same time. Bette grunting love words into Tinas ears, while Tina sucking ever harder on her own fingers.