”You are much better than IHOP. You are an ISOP” Tina whispered licking down  Bette’s neck then up her chin stopping at her lips

Bette flashed a smile ”An ISOP?”

Tina grazed her lips over Bette’s still slowing grinding her clit against Bette’s.

”Yes. ISOP. We Southerners have terms that are foreign to the rest of the country. Allow me to use it in a sentence” Tina paused and cleared her throat ”Mmmmm Baby..You are so  good  ISOP you up with a biscuit’” Tina said seductively in a pronounced Southern accent as Bette chuckled

Bette moved her hands from behind her head and brought them around to Tina’s back running them down to her ass to squeeze her cheeks.

”Hmmmm. So that’s what it means?” Bette asked completely aroused feeling her wetness coat her inner thighs

Tina smiled and moved down to kiss Bette’s hardened nipple and lightly nip at it with her teeth.

”Well?  It’s also an abbreviation” Tina answered moving to the other nipple kissing and nipping at it with her teeth. Bette gasped as Tina then swirled her tongue around it

”And wha- what would tha- that be?” Bette asked slightly panting

Tina removed her mouth from Bette’s nipple smiling and replaced it with her fingers now pinching, rolling and flicking both nipples between them again

”I Swoon Over Porter” Tina answered huskily taking her tongue and slicing her way through Bette’s lips tasting and exploring every inch of her wife’s scrumptious mouth .

Bette let out a throaty moan when she felt Tina stop grinding against her, release a hand from her breast and ran a finger over her clit.

Tina moaned when she slid more fingers down to Bette’s opening and parted her lips slightly retracting her tongue momentarily from Bette’s mouth.

”God baby. You are so wet” Tina said breathlessly as she easily slid three fingers inside pushing them deep against Bettes soft walls ” Mmmmm. And you feel so good around my fingers” Tina growled as she crashed her lips into Bette’s once again finding Bette’s tongue to tangle with her own and slowly winning the battle of dominance.

Bette moaned and was lost in the utter ecstasy of Tina’s expert fingers working rhythmically inside her as she bucked her hips to meet Tina’s strokes. She brought her hands up Tina’s back and tangled them up in her hair pulling tugging on the blonde locks as her breathing labored.