“I put it on in the car,” Bette said taking some chocolate syrup that was on her arm and smearing it all over the dildo.

“What are you doing?” Tina said sitting up on her elbows.

“Shh,” Bette said getting down to her knees and bringing the chocolate covered dildo to Tina’s face.

Tina got the hint and looked at the dildo. They’ve had strap on fun before, but they never had any reason to perform blow jobs on each other in that manner. Tina, of course, didn’t plan to do that if she couldn’t give Bette pleasure as well, so she enveloped her lips around the dildo and took the length of it in, letting the chocolate envelop her taste buds. Then she released it and licked down the length of it lingering at the bottom where she flicked her tongue past it and onto Bette’s clit.

“Fffuck,” Bette moaned gripping Tina’s hair tightly. Bette tended to come faster when drunk too, so Tina proceeded to flick her tongue wildly against Bette’s clit. Bette was moaning and shaking, then her body went into a complete freeze and she came hard almost falling over from the force of it.

Tina smirked at her success then moved back up the dildo and enveloped it in her mouth again. She started bobbing her head up and down the length while recovered from her orgasm. Then Bette started to pump her hips forward, entranced by the blonde’s mouth on the toy.

Then Tina released the dildo with a pop and looked up at Bette, her eyes hooded with lust. Bette moved down her body and lifted her legs to her shoulders.

“Yes,” Tina moaned, “my favorite position.”

“Mine’s doggie style,” Bette murmured before pressing into Tina. Tina gasped loudly and clung onto Bette’s chocolate-covered arms.

“Fucking shit,” Tina moaned moving her hips to get Bette to go faster, but drunk Bette wasn’t getting the hint. Tina tried a new tactic, “You know why you like doggie style so much? Cause you like when I pull your hair while I pound into you baby.”

Bette got the hint that time.

“Yes, yes, faster baby! Harder!” Tina groaned as Bette pushed into her so hard their skin slapping together was the only sound that could be heard.

“I wanna see you cum,” Bette moaned.

“Yes! I’m, I’m cumming!” Tina screamed her back arching off the kitchen floor and her toes curling in the body shaking orgasm.

Bette slowed her pace, her head spinning from her drunkenness. She pulled out of Tina slowly as Tina let out a soft moan. Then she fell to the side, disoriented as Tina laughed.

“Fuck, baby,” Tina groaned sitting up, “we made a mess.”

“So worth it,” Bette murmured her eyes fluttering.

“I’ll clean it up tomorrow,” Tina said, “let’s get you in the shower.”

“Yeah,” Bette sighed as Tina lifted her up to her feet.

“Come on,” Tina said guiding her only to be stopped by Bette tapping her shoulder.

“Hey,” Bette said with a grin, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Tina said smiling, “we HAVE to have food fights more often.”