She began to pump Bette urgently, and the brunette matched her pace.  As she felt Bette’s walls begin to close she reinserted her tongue.  Bette was rocking into her uncontrollably now, moaning out Tina’s name, her whole body hot and shaking. Tina helped Bette brace herself, hands digging into perfect butt-cheeks, as she felt the brunette stiffen, and her walls close viciously.  Then, Bette released with an anguished cry of  ecstasy.  Tina felt herself come also.

As the last waves of orgasms rolled through, Bette lowered her leg.  Tina braced her back, felt its slickness, covered now with a thin film of moisture, as the brunette slid down to one side to lie down on the sofa.  Bette was still shaky as Tina tugged at Bette’s skirt to pull it off, then tugged at her own blouse and tossed it aside.  She hurriedly pulled off her jeans and panty, took Bette’s hand between her legs as she leaned over the brunette, arms braced on either side of Bette’s head.

“This sofa is a perfect make-out couch, baby,” she whispered huskily into the brunette’s ear.  “Just the right dimensions for us,” she said, smiling as she heard Bette laugh lightly and knowingly.  Bette had automatically cupped Tina’s sex where Tina had guided her hand to rest.

A slow smile spread across Bette’s face, as she played with the soft curls of Tina’s mound.  “Baby, you came, too,” she whispered, as as her fingers parted the wet flesh, and then slipped inside. “My turn,” she murmured, as she slid down the sofa while urging Tina to move up slightly.

Tina moaned as she felt Bette’s tongue enter her.  Bette was rimming her, running her tongue roughly all over Tina’s cleft, her head moving in sync.  She felt Bette reach up to feel for the blonde’s breasts; supported by one shaky arm, Tina reached back with another to unhook her bra, and gasped as she felt Bette fondle and squeeze her breasts, just as the brunette’s tongue began to fuck her.  Colliding sensations made her weak and she almost collapsed into Bette, catching herself in time.  She rocked into Bette’s face, willing that magical tongue to probe deeper and deeper into her.  With one hand Bette continued to play with the blonde’s breasts, while with the other Bette began to alternate two then three fingers with her tongue.  They both began to moan and gasp as Bette increased her rhythm, and Tina simultaneously matched it.