Bette’s leg is getting shaky and she comes to the edge of her climax…mmmm .. ooohhhhh Fuckkkkkkk Tiiiinnnn…..nnnn…aaa I’m ..go..ing… t..o.. fa..ll….Tina raises her other hand to keep Bette pushed to the wall and slowly helps her to slide to the carpet. Then lays her to the floor. She is now kneeling on one side of Bette and leans toward her center to give her more gratification but licking her from a different direction, Bette lifts her hips when she feels her touch. And Tina inserts two fingers slow at first then as Bette rocks herself she speeds it up pushing up on the top on the inside just where she knows Bette pleasure spot is she keeps licking and sucking her clit.. Bette’s holding her hips up off the floor now squeezing Tina’s fingers tight and she fucks her hard and fast …oooo….she hollers out loud. Ooo…yessssss…yesssss… holding her breath then it comes and with a high pitch voice ooOOOOOOOHHHH  FFFUUUUCkkkkkk…Tina wasn’t sure she had heard before. Opening and closing her legs bringing her hips back to the floor…and not able to move.. but was breathing heavy.

Tina turns to Bette’s face kissing her. You Ok Tiger? She whispers.

Bette opens her eyes and chuckles…Nods her head yea just thirsty..

Ok Tina goes and grabs a bottled water from the fridge. She sits back down beside Bette opening it for her Bette leans up on one elbow and drinks dripping it down her chin…Now you’re going to have to stop doing that….Tina says.

Stop what? Bette says between drinks and trying to breath

You dripping and drizzling your water down your chin and chest it turns me on Tina says smiling with a little giggle..

Oh so sorry….she sits up more and Tina helps her to stand then she takes another drink letting it drip yet again.

Oh and let the record show you were wet when I touched you under your skirt.

I was not! Tina says trying to lie. Biting her bottom lip.

Yes you were, I felt it when I touched you and it left a lovely smell  on my knuckle. It made that phone call very enjoyable. Bette says up close to Tina’s lips.. with a very low whisper

Tina clears her throat….Ok, but that too was your fault. Touching her index finger to Bette’s chin.