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her fingers tightened on Jane’s thighs as she began to kiss all along the inside of one of them.
    “So thick and red and wet,” she muttered as Jane shivered at the gentle, ticklish feel of her mouth on shivering skin. “Full and ready. I cannot wait to taste you, Jane, my darling.”
    “Please,” Jane whispered, feeling herself grow even larger and more aroused as Zenovia made her way up and along her thigh. She arched and shifted, lifting her hips in anticipation, and then sighed with frustration as those full, sensual lips ignored her most needy parts and went on to the other thigh.
    The tile was hard and cold against the back of her head, but the air was warm from the steamy pool. She tried to sit up, but Zenovia pushed her back with a strong hand over her belly, and then used those fingers to pull the skin from her mons taut, lifting it up and away from her swollen lips.
    Jane felt herself lift and open even more, exposed, stretched, tight and hot and ready. Zenovia groaned something she didn’t understand, and then her mouth was there: on Jane, sucking and kissing and licking.
    Bold and strong, Zenovia’s tongue slid around like a cock-tease, in and out of the wet, swollen folds of Jane’s pussy. Fingers spread her wider, tighter, and more open, and then Zenovia’s mouth was pressed against her: hot and sweet, sucking and tonguing, slurping and licking. She nibbled and nuzzled, blew softly over the raw, aching folds, and then licked again, slowly…long and slowly, like a cat stroking its fur.
    Jane was breathless, her head rolling from side to side as she rode the hot wave of lust as it ebbed and flowed. Her feet still dangled in the pool, her legs spread wide, and her body was a hot, tight coil ready to explode…ready, but unable to get there.
    When Zenovia’s smooth tongue slid slowly over her aching pip, petting it, stroking it, lifting and jiggling it, Jane could no longer keep from crying out. She dug her fingers into the tile and tried to keep from begging even as she writhed and shivered, trying to push herself closer, trying to shove herself deeper into the unyielding rhythmic mouth and tongue.
    Yet Zenovia would not allow her to climb the peak. She seemed to know when Jane was about to reach the point of no return, and she eased off, gentled her onslaught…and became slower, more tender, more teasing. But she continued to taste and kiss Jane’s swollen pussy, now lapping and sucking audibly at the hot juices mingling with saliva and scented water.
    Through her haze of desire, Jane heard her lover panting, heard the soft sounds of delight as Zenovia feasted as if she had all night…as if Jane wasn’t ready to scream with frustration and beg for relief.
    “Please,” she moaned. “Please let me come.” Jane reached down blindly, and her hands fell on Zenovia’s warm, wet hair. With a sigh of desperation, she curled her fingers into the damp skull and pushed Zenovia’s face deeper into her ready, wet quim.
    Yesss… She arched deeper into the lush lips, pressing and grinding herself against the teeth and tongue and hot skin there. Zenovia cooperated, her soft groan vibrating sharply against Jane as she used the tip of her tongue to slide and slither over the needy clit pulsing against her.
    Jane came, loud and hard and with deep, undulating tremors and a surge of her juices. She cried out, tears seeping from the corners of her eyes as she came, and came, and came …for Zenovia did not release her. She held her tight, her mouth suctioned against her pussy, and ate and licked and sucked, stroked and vibrated, over and over until Jane was sobbing from the magnificent, painful, elongated orgasm.
    “Please, no,” she managed to say as another orgasm ratcheted through her body, leaving her gasping and sore and bucking uncontrollably on the hard tile. “Please…no more…no…more…”

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    At last, oh, at last! Zenovia’s mouth moved away, and before Jane could open her eyes, she