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Joan whined as she wrapped her arms around George’s neck, bucking down on the toy inside of her. George smiled up at her and guided her hips up and down.
George looked out into the garden below them. They were on George’s patio, under a covered daybed, not that the neighbors would be close enough to see them. Joan grabbed the other woman’s face and pulled her into a kiss, pressing her bare chest against George’s. George groaned and bucked her hips up, relishing in the way Joan grunted in response.
Joan pushed her George to lay flat on her back, mounting a hand on the back board as she gained momentum. Her moans grew louder as she chased her orgasm, you could hear her from the far side of the garden. George looked up at her in awe. She had seen Joan cum a million times by now, but she was always amazed by the sight of her.
George set her astonishment to the side in favor of bucking her hips up to meet Joan’s thrusts, her hands leaving bruises on her hips. Joan’s face and torso were flushed pink as her movements became less rhythmic, coming apart as she did.
George let a hand fall between them, rubbing Joan’s clit to push her off the edge. Joan let out an obscene whine as she finished on top of George, slowing her bouncing to a stop. She sat on top of George, and leaned back as she let the post-orgasm euphoria rush over her. She breathed heavily as she finally pulled herself off of the toy with George’s help.
George ran a hand through her short hair and sat up when she pulled off, pulling her into another kiss, heating up quickly. Joan fiddled with the clasps of the strap on, rushing to pull it off of her partner. George lifted her hips and kicked it off of her legs as Joan’s hand dove between her thighs.
Joan pulled away from the kiss and looked at her with a dark gaze, pulling her to the edge of the daybed and kneeling before her. George gasped softly as Joan forced her legs open.
George threaded her fingers through Joan’s hair as she kissed up her thighs. Joan gazed up at her softly and smiled when she saw the thoroughly fucked out and anticipating state George’s face was in.
Even though George had been the one to fuck her, Joan always held some sort of power over George, turning her into a panting and pleading mess. It’s because Joan is older, George thinks. Joan dragged her tongue from the inside of her right thigh to her left, missing her burning core. George groaned at the omission, “Please, baby,”
Joan smirked again, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes, “Patience, Georgie-girl,” she said, pulling her head away and massaging her thighs with her hands. George moaned at the firm hands squeezing and rubbing her tensed muscles.
Joan gazed up at her, her circle glasses nearly falling off her nose. George bit her lip and pushed them back up her face tenderly, knowing how much Joan liked to watch her. Joan sat up on her knees, kissing George’s lips softly before moving down to her jaw and neck. Then to her collarbone, and her chest. She pressed damp kisses onto one of her tits, taking the other in her hand. She took her nipple into her mouth, watching George’s face as she grazed it with her teeth lightly.
George gasped and tightened the grip she had on her hair. Joan moved the hand that was still on her thigh to her pussy, rubbing her slit gently, making her let out a cry. She gently pushed her middle and ring finger inside her, watching as George’s face contorts in pleasure.
Joan rubs her fingers against the spot inside George that has her back arching, and small pleads tumbling from her perfect lips. Joan moved on from her tits and kissed down her torso, past the small trail of hair, and bush until she was settled down between her legs again. She placed a kiss on George’s clit, and she whimpered between her pleads.
Joan flicked her clit with her tongue, savoring the way her thighs shuddered around her. She licked around her entrance, where her fingers were still moving inside of her, cleaning up the juices that spilled out around them.
She alternated between licking and sucking around her clit, to swiping her tongue at her entrance. She did what pulled the most noise from George, always keen to hear her moan. George arched her back as she got closer to her climax, her grip in Joan’s hair tightening.
Joan sucked on her clit harder, flicking her tongue again, and the girl above her let out a broken moan as she came. She panted and held Joan’s head against her for a moment before letting go, letting Joan sit back on her legs. Her mouth and chin glistening with her wetness.
George looked down at her and panted softly, “Fuck,” she let out with a giggle.
Joan smiled and got up, pushing her down and laying beside her, “You got my glasses wet,” she uttered.
George laughed again, harder this time. She reached onto the patio deck for Joan’s discarded tank top and tossed it to her.