Bette crawled between her lover’s legs and slowly used her tongue to spread open the lips on her pussy. Tina’s clit was already quite swollen and erect and Bette stroked it with her tongue. Bette pushed her tongue inside Tina, going as far as she could. Tina groaned and cried out as her body suddenly convulsed and spasmed. Her thighs squeezed Bette’s head as the brunette lapped her juices, drinking her up. Bette then leant against her lover, stroking the bare warm flesh of her thigh as Tina came down from her orgasm.

«Shit, is it my imagination or is making love in Paris even more exciting?», Tina asked once she was able to speak again.

Bette burst out laughing. «Then I’ll have to use the few French words I know when we get back to L.A.»

Tina sighed. «No matter how you use your tongue baby, I always know it’s gonna be a great fuck…»

«Your tongue isn’t too bad either T…»

Tina rose on her elbow. «Isn’t too bad ? What is that supposed to mean?», Tina said, pretending to be mad.

«Well, I’ve been doing this a lot longer than you baby…», Bette teased.

«Oh yeah? Let’s see if you can resist this…». Tina threw herself on top of Bette’s body and started kissing her everywhere, from her neck down to her breasts to her flat stomach.

«It’s not doing anything to me…», Bette said, smirking while her body told Tina otherwise. Her nipples were rock hard and Tina could already smell her arousal. She put her hand over her pussy and felt her wetness. «You are a bad girl lying to me like this…», Tina said. She tickled her pussy lips with her fingers, sending Bette into a frenzy.

«Now let’s see what I can do with this…», Tina told her, sticking her tongue at Bette. She licked her everywhere, her lips, her entrance, her clit. Bette started to thrust her hips to meet Tina’s hot tongue. Tina could sense she was on the brink of erupting. When Tina felt Bette’s muscles twitch, she buried her tongue one more time into her tightening pussy hole.

Tina drove Bette to the edge of a fierce orgasm in just seconds… Tina kept on licking while Bette’s juices dripped form her swollen and quivering pussy. It seemed like her orgasm went on and on, wrecking her luscious body, reducing her to a sexy mass of quivering jelly. When it finally finished, Bette needed a few seconds to catch her breath.

«OK, I apologize… You’re not good at this, you’re very good. That was fucking unbelievable», Bette said. Tina smiled widely. «It must be the Paris air, baby», she told her.

Bette grinned at her. «Then let’s move to France…»