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Through it all, Bette’s fingers continued to move inside her, milking her orgasm for all its worth. Her lips were pressed against Tina’s ear, her breathing ragged as she tried to control herself. She was so close to falling over the edge herself, pleasuring Tina was all she needed to get her there.
As if the blonde could read her thoughts, she slipped a hand between their bodies and tunneled under Bette’s skirt. Her hands sought out the hardened nub through Bette’s drenched panties and began to rub furiously, wanting nothing more than for Bette to experience what she just felt.
The distant sound of a doorbell rang in their ears but both women were much too lost in each other to care.
“Oh Tina” Bette whimpered as Tina’s skilled fingers worked her wonderfully, her hips grinding against her lover’s hand. Her wet fingers moved to rub Tina’s clit, matching the fast rhythm Tina had set on her own. She rubbed with fervor as she felt a rush of pleasure course though her body. “I’m ..”
“Come for me baby” Tina moaned, her eyes rolling back as Bette sucked on her earlobe. She felt Bette unravel behind her and exploded in her girlfriend’s arms, both of them working the other until they fell forward onto the bed.
As Tina tried to regain her breathing, she felt her body shake as the brunette on top of her laughed.
“That was crazy” Bette smiled into Tina’s back, kissing the flushed skin.
“Yeah” Tina chuckled tiredly as the doorbell rang once more, “Shit, it’s probably the girls”
“I’ll get it” Bette climbed off her girlfriend and rose to shaky legs as she straightened her clothes, smoothing out her hair before giving her girlfriend a playful smack on her bare ass. “Get dressed. I’ll see you out there”
Tina yelped at the sting, laughing as she blindly swung an arm in an effort to get revenge on her girlfriend. She missed of course as Bette had dodged the attack before running out of the room.
“Jerk” Tina called out with a smile and pushed to rise from the bed, something red catching her eye. With confusion, Tina walked over to the mirror and saw her neck completely smeared with red.
Bette’s red lipstick.
Her eyes widened as she thought about what Bette’s face must look like and called out to warn her girlfriend, her words catching in her throat as someone else spoke first.
“Jesus Christ, Porter! Did you do your makeup in the dark?”