Galatea's Lover

Hope's hand was on Jemma's pussy now, rubbing it vigorously, then licking it, and as Jemma was interrupted by her own moans more and more, Hope sped up, grunts and stifled screams joined in with the slaps and kisses, hot and panting, the girls prepared for one last spurt.

'Gah!' Hope could no longer keep it together.

An explosive arrival was accompanied by a squirt of liquid and Jemma's cry of surprise.

Hope slid forwards.

'No, no, no! Don't stop!' Jemma pleaded.

Hope thrust three fingers as deep as she could, mustering all her strength for the final stretch.

'I'm- I'm- I'm! Arrrgh!'

Hope watched with fascination. Jemma's body remained perfectly still, while her sex quivered and her face underwent agony, orgasmic pleasure and exhausted bliss in only a few seconds.

Hope rolled off and crawled across the bed on her elbows. Jemma tried to catch her breath. Hope grabbed hold of a shoulder and pulled herself up. With a blissful sigh, she put her head down, right in between Jemma's breasts, still glistening with bodily fluids, her piercing making a little dent where it lay.

She kissed the side of a tit.

'Squirter,' Jemma said.

'Sorry,' Hope was stroking a bit of arm she could reach from her position.

'Don't be.'

'That was amazing.'

'You're amazing.'

'Yo-'

They were asleep. Hope, snuggled up against the unmoving body, could hear a heartbeat, soft but fast, slowly regaining its calm, steady rhythm.