“I love it when you touch me while you eat me out,” Bette breathed out moaning softly.

Tina released her hold on Bette’s breasts and resumed touching the brunette everywhere – sliding her hands through the space created by Bette arching upward to caress the small of the brunette’s back, and then flicked wrists around to allow her fingers to span that slender waist.  She moved on to caress Bette’s thighs, and then ran her hands over the folded knees, before moving down the rest of her legs.   Bette writhed restlessly as Tina ran her restless hands all over her body, and then shuddered slightly through a gentle, slow-rolling orgasm.

Deciding it was time to stop the torture, Tina lightly stroked a fingertip over Bette’s wet cleft, lightly brushing the slick folds, and then finally allowed her tongue to make contact with the clit, tracing small circles around the sensitive nub.

Bette moaned out loud in relief, released at last from the exquisite torture, and re-grasped Tina’s head, entwining her fingers again through the blonde’s hair.

Tina slipped the finger in to probe around, brushing against the inner walls, and felt slick, spongy softness. Bette’s tender, inner muscles quivered in response, squeezing walls around the probing finger as it continued exploring, and then finding sensitive spots.

Tine flicked her tongue at the clit, and slipped a second finger in.  She sucked suddenly on the clit just as she began twisting and spreading both fingers, making ever widening-circles inside Bette, swirling her fingers as if stirring something inside the slick core, making Bette wetter, more desperate for that big orgasm.

Tina reached up with her free hand to massage one breast roughly, and then moved to the other, squeezing and releasing each, filling her hand with the soft flesh of each breast while her tongue resumed sliding up and down the clit.

“Ti-naaa!” Bette she cried out, her thighs quivering, her core gripping Tina’s fingers that continued to probe, swirl, and explore inside her. A fresh expression spilled out as her hips ground desperately against the hand fucking Bette, now slickly coated.

Tina pulled her hand out and lashed inside with her tongue, circling inside like her fingers had been, greedily slurping at the sweet nectar that came rushing out. She sucked hard on the wet entrance that her mouth had latched onto, and then pulled back to use her fingers to part the folds to expose more of the moist, slick inner flesh.  Bette’s hips were bucking uncontrollably now, and Tina resumed tonguing her deeper still, thrusting in. And out.  In.  And out.