Miss Directed - Part 4

She had her tongue pressed flat against the soft swell, the other woman's legs spread wide on the sheets. Her fingers sank in, slick and steady, and the wet sounds came quick each time she pushed deeper. A low moan broke loose, hips lifting, and she kept licking that tight little nub while her fingers worked faster. One hand stayed steady, two fingers curling just right inside, the knuckles glistening as they came out again. The moans got sharper. The thighs shook harder. She kept at it until the body under her clenched and the orgasm hit, back arched, fingers clenching the sheets, wet heat pulsing around her hand as the tongue kept flicking right through it.