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Frank opened the peignoir and laved the underside of her breast. If your Luci is half as hot and sexy as Brittany in her Love's Quest, then she should be something else."
"Our Luci," Chai corrected, closing her eyes as his tongue explored and sent her along a familiar path. "There won't be a Luci without you. You know that."
"I trust that," he mumbled, around soft flesh. "So are you imagining my mouth is Luci's?"
"Not at all," she murmured. "I'm imagining you on my right breast and Luci on my left."
"There's plenty to go around," he quipped.
"You're not complaining about the size of my breasts after eight years of marriage, are you?"
"Never," came a muffled reply as he suckled more of her flesh into his mouth.
"Good." Deftly, she cradled her left breast and brought it to her mouth. She suckled imagining her favorite author's mouth and tongue. Given the sensuality of Luci's writing, she had to know how to love a woman. She just had to.
She matched her sucking strokes with Frank's. They both knew she couldn't last long under this dual oral assault. Thank goodness, she had sensitive breasts. Some women with large breasts complained about them not being sensitive. Hers were and always had been. Holding both hands around her breast she intensified her efforts as did Frank. Her lower body bucked, demanding attention. Frank clamped a hand over her pussy and she ground against it briefly before shattering.
Gasping for air, she dropped her breast from her mouth and hugged Frank's head as he repeatedly drove a finger in and out of her vagina offering her another taste of paradise. "That's it," she wailed, "no more."
She didn't openher eyes but heard Frank struggle for breath over her breast. She continued to rock against his impaled finger as if she were milking a cock. And then she went limp. Frank cradled her close. "Give me a minute and I'll help you."