Jen had thought Amber's cheeks were flushed before, but now they were nearly as red as her hair: her mouth was hanging open and her eyes clenched shut as she ground the wet, rough cotton harder and harder against Jen's tongue. Jen actually stopped needing to do much at all, just pushing out her tongue and lips and letting the panting girl bounce herself against them. "Oh God," Amber managed, "oh fuck!" Then she was frozen for a long few seconds, mouth wide open and silent, face twisted and legs trembling as she came.

"Fuck," she repeated, "fuck, Jen, sorry, fffuck, please pull it out, please, please!"

Jen took the...