Chapter 10 October - Magdalene & Sam
OCTOBER: MAGDALENE she could feel herself becoming so wet, she was surely dripping down her thighs by now, and all this woman had done was look at her and lick her lips.
It was embarrassing, it was ridiculous. It was also exhilarating and, above all else, it had never happened to her before, and it was the best thing she’d ever experienced.
A long-fingered hand rose and took the glass back from her suddenly limp fingers. When those lips placed themselves on the exact same spot where Magdalene’s had been just a second ago, she could feel herself flush.
The face lifted to her, and when the tumbler was lowered, her own crimson lipstick smeared the corner of that plump mouth, and Magdalene suddenly had visions of what it would look like swollen and bitten and kissed and sucked on…
She’d need at least a few hours to satisfy this absolutely wild craving, to drink in this mouth. If that was all she could have, that was all she wanted. This mouth, these lips, this tongue. On her own, inside her own.
God, she was going insane just by seeing her own lipstick on this woman…
She watched it happen as if through the fog of a fever-dream. Her own fingers twitched, and next thing she knew, they were on those lips, dragging crimson across the lush, satiny skin, slowly smearing it, the color blooming like blood, like desire itself.
And, as she looked on at her own handiwork, that mouth opened and sucked in her fingers, the tongue licking, and the teeth carefully biting the pads—a gesture she felt in her very core.
Her pussy throbbed, her clit suddenly as sensitive as if a single well-placed caress would throw her over the edge.