"Ohhhh, yesss!" Nancy breathed. "B-but you didn't.”

"I will soon, sweetie," Candi murmured, starting to hunch again. "I just had to make you come first.”

"You're so good to me, Candi." Her thighs raised, drawing back once more, her dainty cunt twitched with anticipation.

"You're a good fuck, honey," Candi giggled. "We'll have plenty of fun from now on, huh?”

"Yes, yes," Nancy whispered, shuddering. "I didn't know it would be like this?'

"Well, just don't get heavy about things, honey," Candi said. She raised her torso again, fastening her leaky puss more snugly to Nancy's cunt, and began to fuck. Her lips trailed from the brunette's throat, up the slope of a come-firmed tittie and enclosed a tender spire of girl-flesh. Delicious.

Candi never rushed a piece of ass unless there was some compelling reason. She did not ever go off as swiftly as most girls, she had to work toward it gradually, tasting and savoring the buildup thrills, and in this respect she was somewhat like a man, too. A good hard orgasm almost tore her ass out. Making the other girl climax time after time was her real sex enjoyment; it gave her a feeling of domination and superiority.

She did not hate men, as some Lesbians did. Some were very interesting and charming; she used them, the way she used Cleve. She loved to tantalize them with her body and then leave them hanging in suspense. One time at a mixed party, she had danced with this egotistical sonofabitch and by using bold words and ass wiggles in a dark comer she had got him off in his shorts. Fun.

"Ohhhhh, honey!" Nancy panted, watching Candi's lips on her tender dark nipples. No one had ever sucked her tittie-peaks, she had always wondered how it would feel for a man to kiss around on her breasts. She had played with them, naturally, and several guys she had dated had cupped her tits, they always got a good full feeling when she needed an orgasm-but now a sexy girl was doing it.