Bette kept one arm looped around Tina’s waist, getting incredibly wet from the impatient movements of Tina’s ass.  Fuck work, she thought, running her hand up and down Tina’s back.  She reached up and grabbed a handful of Tina’s wet hair, pulling it back so that Tina was looking into the mirror again.  Her eyes were heavy with desire.

            “I want you to look at me,” Bette said.  She pulled Tina’s hips back forcefully to gain more friction to her aching sex.  This action caused Tina’s breasts to swing back and forth slightly; Bette watched transfixed in the mirror. 

            “Fuck me, Bette.  Please…” Tina begged, keeping the eye contact that she knew was so crucial. 

            Bette was unable to hold off any longer.  She snaked her right arm around Tina’s hip and let her middle finger slide down the center of Tina’s moist lips. 

            “Ahhh,” Tina let out an immediate moan.  She spread her legs further apart.

            “I love when you open your legs for me,” Bette said, sliding her finger in an even pace up and down Tina’s clit.  Bette was getting off on how wet Tina was; her fingers met no resistance.  She wanted to be absolutely covered in Tina.  Using every finger but her thumb, she lowered her hand and cupped the blonde’s pussy, dragging her fingers upward with a flood of moisture. 

            “You’re so wet,” Bette moaned, leaning her upper body against Tina’s back. She scraped her teeth lightly over Tina’s spine, followed by her tongue.

            “It’s all for you, baby,” Tina answered, losing herself in the sensations that Bette was creating.  “It’s always for you.”

            With her left hand, Bette reached forward and covered Tina’s left hand.  Their fingers intertwined, their knuckles turning white against the sink.  Using this leverage, Bette slid two fingers inside of Tina, reaching as high up as she could.  She rested her cheek against the sweating skin of Tina’s back as she stroked Tina as deeply and fully as she could. 

            “Fuck, Bette,” Tina moaned between pants.  She pushed back into Bette as hard as she could.

            Bette was also panting, plunging harder into her girlfriend.  She reveled in the feel of the warmth and tightness of Tina’s pussy.  Every time her fingers slid inside, her body rocked into Tina’s with the sheer exertion of it.