"Shhh, new sister," Angela purred, voice dripping honey and venom. "Look how greedy this little clit is… been ignored for so long it's practically crying. Jack never played with it like this, did he? Never pinched it until you saw stars."
She leaned in, tongue flicking out to lap once—slow, deliberate—right over the pinched bud. The flat of her tongue dragged hot and wet, tasting the tangy flood of Mira's arousal mixed with the faint salt of two years' worth of frustration.
Mira's head fell back, mouth gaping in a silent scream. "Oh—fuck—please—!" Her thighs quivered violently around my chest, fresh slick gushing out in a shameful pulse that dripped down my neck.
Her face burned crimson—blush spreading from cheeks to chest—as Angela sucked the clit between her lips for one filthy second, popping off with a wet smack before releasing the pinch. A thin string of saliva connected Angela's tongue to Mira's pulsing nub for a heartbeat before it snapped.
