Is she coming yet, Madame', Amy asked excitedly, seeing her mistress's nose rubbing all around the young woman's plump mount as her mouth worked.

'In but a moment or two. She will sprinkle well, this one', came the husky, muffled response.

Already the seepings of Astrid's juices swam over and around Julia's mouth, which received them with perfect glee, for no nectar was ever sweeter to Lady Tingle. Finery attuned as her ears were, she recognised a changing note in Astrid's sobbings and breathings, and could feel, too, the anticipatory tightening of the young woman's marbled bottom cheeks as the delicious crisis approached. Within seconds, as Julia's tongue continued lapping, a gritty whine emitted itself from Astrid's throat. Her whole belly and cunt, as it seemed to her, were melting in a fire of bliss, and her thighs no longer strove against the ringing of Amy's arms.

'THOOO-OOOH-OOH!', came her whine. Her clitoris-long, fully erect-seemed to appeal for one last sweeping of Julia's tongue. Receiving it, and feeling it then plunge its full, snaking length within her oozing grotto, Astrid came. Her hips bucked violently, her back rippling, and then from her longing cunny spurted a fine milky rain which spattered Julia's nose and flooded her mouth with its creamy essence.

'HAAAAAR!', Astrid shuddered. Despite herself, she could not help but grind her slit passionately to Julia's open mouth while yet again and again her climactic bliss repeated itself until, weakening and sobbing, she found herself released, her legs falling as limp as her arms, her face flushed then pale, her belly heaving.

'What a froth! One would think that a young stallion had mounted her!', murmured Julia. Take her now to the bathroom and sponge and perfume her well'.