“Please…” Bette pleaded. She had been wet since Tina walked into the room and straddled her.

“I said don’t speak.” Tina’s fingers caressed the top of Bette’s foot before roughly grabbing her ankle and placing Bette’s leg over her shoulder, the shoe resting behind Tina’s head, spreading Bette wider. She kissed the strong calf, her clit throbbing as she rocked against her own heel for some relief. Her eager mouth brushed kisses along Bette’s knee and up her muscular thigh. Tina swirled her tongue relishing in the taste of Bette’s arousal that had dripped down her leg.

“Ba…” Bette began to moan when Tina’s nose nudged at her clit.

“Mine.” Tina purred against Bette. She hadn’t been able to think of anything but fucking her wife all day after being told she’d be the perfect fantasy milf. But she was Tina’s milf.

The vibration against Bette’s center caught her off balance in the high heel. Grabbing Tina’s hair to steady herself, she pushed Tina’s face further in between her legs. Tina held her open mouth over Bette’s clit, lapping the wetness in each fold before diving her tongue inside, moving in and out of Bette in a rapid seductive sequence.

Tina’s eyes looked up to Bette’s elongated neck, her head tossed back and her eyes closed under one arm. The chiseled jawline turned Tina on more and she rounded Bette’s clit with her skillful tongue, sucking hard as she pushed three fingers into her.

Incoherent mutterings escaped from Bette’s throat, trying not to speak as her wife had commanded. Her legs shook, mangled breaths and iterations of Tina’s name curled with Bette’s fingers in Tina’s hair.

As Bette’s orgasm covered Tina’s chin, Tina kept her fingers inside of her and stood to face Bette. She brought their noses together, keeping her eyes on Bette’s mouth as she wickedly told her wife, “Taste yourself.”

Bette smirked, not knowing what put Tina in this mood but enjoying every minute of it. She licked her wetness from around Tina’s mouth, flickering her tongue over Tina’s chin dimples, sucking Tina’s tongue between her lips, then biting each lip before delving into a deep sultry kiss.

Tina started to pump her fingers in and out of Bette again.

“Can I touch you now?”