Page 69 of Perverted Fantasies

And the rest was history.

They quickly realized that men were not needed. Not at all.

Now they spend pretty much every night getting freaky in every way possible. But tonight was going to be special. Heather was going to take things to a whole different level. She was going to take control and push Amber’s boundaries to places they’ve never been before. And Amber was going to love it.

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“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Heather asks.

They’re on the couch, having just dusted off a couple bottles of wine. They are wearing comfortable cotton robes and nothing else.

“I’m positive,” Amber says. “I want you to push the envelope.”

“Then take off that robe and get down on the floor,” Heather says. “And let’s get this show on the road.”

Smiling, Amber does as she’s told, slipping the robe off, showing off her tight, tiny body, then dropping to the floor. She’s sitting on her knees, looking at Heather, smiling widely.

“That’s a good girl,” Heather says. She too climbs off the couch and slips out of the robe. Then she walks towards Amber until she’s standing above her. Looking down at her roommate, her pussy just a few inches from Amber’s face, Heather grabs the back of Amber’s head and pushes on it until Amber’s face is pressing against her pussy.

“Get that tongue in there,” Heather says, looking down as Amber eats her out. “Don’t be shy. Tongue-fuck my snatch you dirty little slut.”

Amber obliges, slipping her tongue deep inside Heather’s pussy.

“There you go,” Heather says, holding Amber’s head in place, smashing her face against Heather’s flesh. “Just like that. Good girl.”

Heather holds Amber in place for a full ten seconds before letting go of her head. Amber pulls back and tries to get some air into her lungs.

As Amber catches her breath, Heather turns around. She bends over and puts one hand on each of her asscheeks and spreads her ass wide then backs it up into Amber’s face.

Amber starts in on Heather’s pussy, burying her face in it, forcing her tongue deep inside her. She’s still not quite caught her breath, but that turns Heather on even more, hearing Amber struggling for air while eating her out.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Heather says. “That’s a good girl. Get that tongue in my pussy. As deep as you can.”

Amber obliges, forcing her face deeper between Heather’s legs. Heather helps her out, reaching back and again grabbing ahold of the back of Amber’s head and holding her in place, buried deep inside her pussy.

Amber is making gasping, choked noises. They are muffled by Heather’s pussy but audible nonetheless. After a few seconds, Amber tries to pull away to get better access to air.

But Heather is having none of it. She holds tight to Amber’s head, keeping it in place, smashed against her pussy.

“Where are you going?” Heather says. “I didn’t say you could breathe yet.”

Amber’s feet are banging on the carpet and her body is shaking slightly. She obviously wants out of the situation but there’s not really all that much she can do.

Besides, Heather knows Amber is fine. If she’s able to fight this hard, she still has plenty of air in her lungs. Her body is just panicking but she’s in no real danger.

“Just relax,” Heather says, still holding her in place. “You’re fine.”

But Amber isn’t listening. Or at least, her body isn’t. It’s still quivering around like a fish on dry land.

“Five more seconds and I’ll let you go,” Heather says. And she begins to countdown.

Amber relaxes a little bit now that the end is near.

“Five,” Heather says. “Four. Three. Two. One.”

Once she’s done counting, Heather releases Amber’s head.

Amber detaches from Heather’s pussy and immediately starts gasping for breath. Her face is bright red and glistening in the light from Amber’s juices. But despite all this, she’s got a wide smile on her face.

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