"Listen, I'm getting impatient, you hear me? Come on, you lezzie bitch, kiss my cunt!"

The reaction came fast and frantically, sending Elspeth into a swirl of pleasure; she reveled in the fervid lapping warmth that washed away any and all trace of embarrassment. Kiss my cunt. It sounded dirty, maybe, but hardly embarrassing, not when those lesbian lips loved doing it so much. Or at least they seemed to love doing it. Lesbian tongue, too, moist lips and darting tongue, hot lesbian mouth, sucking and licking and gobbling.

"Joan, wait… stop…"

"Umm?"

"Look at me. At my cunt, my cunt, look at my cunt! Stop kissing and just look at it."

"Huh?"

Elspeth jutted her pelvis peremptorily and the hidden face bounced up to appear from between her thighs. She peered down at it, such a cute face, all smeared and shiny and sexy, the face of her lesbian roommate, her lesbian lover; was there ever such a deliciously messy face?

"You like my cunt?"

"Oh…"

"Tell me. You like my cunt?"

"Must you ask? I love it, I love it…"

Even as she spoke, Joan ducked low again as if to prove her devotion. The suddenly resumed suction turned Elspeth's wet and aroused flesh into a thrill swollen blister about to burst; the jut of her pelvis was a demand for more this time, more lips, more tongue, more mouth, more of whatever this cunt-loving lesbian could give her. More blessings to count – a climax some blessing! – along with rinsing out lingerie and providing breakfast in bed. Ah yes, it was nice to be worshipped…