Chapter 75

Abigail slumped over Emma’s back, both of them panting heavily as they came down from their intense high. Abigail’s softening cock slipped out of Emma’s thoroughly used pussy with a gush of their combined releases.

“Damn, that was incredible as always,” Abigail purred, peppering Emma’s sweat-dampened skin with kisses. “You okay, gorgeous? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Nngh, so good,” Emma mumbled dazedly. “I love it when you wreck me like that. Mark me, claim me, make me yours.”

“You’re insatiable,” Abigail chuckled. “I give this sweet pussy a thorough dicking and you’re still hungry for more?”

Emma rolled over and stretched languidly, her perky tits drawing Abigail’s appreciative gaze. “What can I say? You bring it out in me. But maybe we should clean up and rest for a bit before round three, hmm?”

“Mmm, you’re probably right,” Abigail agreed, eyeing their messy state. She used her fingers to scoop some of the sticky fluid leaking from Emma’s puffy folds, lifting them to her mouth to suck them clean. “We don’t want you to get too sore. I want you to be able to walk tomorrow.”

Emma shivered at the erotic sight, feeling herself grow wet again. “I’ll hold you to that,” she purred, leaning in to lick Abigail’s dick clean of her own juices. “Since you’re doing so well taking care of this needy cunt.”

Abigail groaned at the lack of texture on her shaft but smiled indulgently. “We can’t have you getting desperate and resentful, now can we? I’m more than happy to keep you satisfied.”

They made their way to the bathroom, cleaning up quickly. Abigail used a warm, soapy washcloth to gently tend to Emma’s swollen, sensitive pussy. Emma mewled and squirmed but let Abigail take care of her.

“I’ll get the new sheets on while you finish tidying up,” Emma said as she dried off. “And maybe have some water ready for us. I’m parched.”

“Sounds good, babe. I’ll meet you in bed in a few.”

With a final heated kiss, Emma headed to the bedroom while Abigail took care of their room. By the time they slid under the crisp, clean sheets, it had been nearly an hour. They cuddled close, stroking each other sleepily.

“Love you,” Abigail murmured.

“Love you too,” Emma replied, already drifting off. “So much.”

The next morning, Emma woke up with a start, her heart racing. She’d had the most intense, erotic dream – Abigail worshipping her body in the most filthy ways. Even now, she could feel the phantom sensations of Abigail’s skilled mouth and fingers on her skin.

Emma looked over at Abigail, who was still fast asleep beside her. Her chest rose and fell with each soft breath, lips slightly parted. She looked so peaceful, a lock of hair falling across her brow. Suddenly, Emma felt a throb of desire low in her belly.

Biting her lip, Emma slowly slid her hand down her own body, skimming over the dip of her waist and flare of her hips. Abigail stirred but didn’t wake. Emma’s fingers met slick folds and she shuddered, already so wet for her.

She circled her clit with a teasing touch, hips lifting into her own touch. Emma’s eyes fluttered closed as she fell into the sensation. Her other hand crept up to pinch and roll her nipple, sending sparks of pleasure through her.

“That’s it baby, play with this pussy,” Abigail’s sleepy voice purred next to her ear. “I love watching you touch yourself for me. You’re so sexy like this.”

Emma moaned softly, feeling bold at Abigail’s encouraging words. Her fingers thrust shallowly into her tight heat, teasing at her G-spot. Her legs fell open wantonly as she sought more friction. Emma couldn’t help the needy little noises falling from her lips – quiet gasps and breathy whimpers.

Abigail’s hand joined hers between her thighs, long fingers brushing Emma’s own aside. “Let me help,” she breathed hotly.

Abigail plunged two digits knuckle-deep into Emma’s clenching channel, curling them just right. Emma cried out, back arching sharply. Her hips rolled down to meet each thrust, seeking more. Abigail worked her expertly, pumping in and out of her soaked pussy.

“Yes, fuck yes!” Emma babbled, lost to the pleasure. “Harder Abigail, I need it harder! Ruin me!”

Abigail growled and complied, increasing her pace. She fucked Emma into the mattress with deep, powerful strokes. The wet, obscene sounds of her fingers pistoning into Emma’s pussy filled the room. Emma’s walls rippled and clenched around the invading digits, drawing them in deeper.

“Come for me Emma,” Abigail demanded, thumb circling Emma’s clit rapidly. “Soak my hand with your cum. Let go, I’ve got you.”

At Abigail’s filthy words, Emma shattered. She came with a strangled scream, her cunt gushing and fluttering wildly around Abigail’s fingers. Abigail worked her through it, not letting up until Emma collapsed bonelessly against the sheets.

“Good girl,” Abigail praised, slowly withdrawing her soaked hand. She brought her coated fingers to her mouth, licking them clean of Emma’s release. “You’re so fucking sexy when you fall apart for me. I could watch you come forever.”

Emma hummed contentedly, snuggling into Abigail’s solid warmth. “Mmm, I think you’re spoiling me. Getting me addicted to your touch. I’ll never be satisfied with anything less.”

“Good,” Abigail rumbled, nibbling at Emma’s neck. “I want you addicted to me, craving only my mouth and fingers and cock. I want this pussy to be mine.”

Emma shivered, feeling empty and so ready to be filled again. “Take me,” she breathed. “I’m all yours Abigail. Now and always.”