The smell of Helen’s arousal, the feel of silky flesh against my face, and the sound of the other two women making out were making it difficult to hold back a quickly-building orgasm as I settled into the submissive woman in my lap. If you’ve got thoughts or feedback, I’d love to hear from you—just shoot me an email. Helen didn’t reply; she couldn’t. I wore a shit-eating grin as I entered the kitchen to make coffee, only to find a pot was already made, the smell of caffeinated beans and chicory wafting through the air even though no one was around. Retracting her fingers a moment later, Helen brought her fingers to her lips, inhaled deeply, and then slipped her fingers between her lips, tasting the young woman’s juices. Instead, I made my way to Bobbi’s room.
