Free Crushed Ice by Eric Pete Page B

her laugh and gush all bubbly-like. Then she bent over, pressing her lips on Natalia’s.
    Like she’d done to me.
    Was that it? Her way inside both of us, spreading her will like an infection from a simple kiss?
    Natalia didn’t jerk away or fight the kiss either. She embraced it. Like she’d been waiting . . . and wanting. I rocked back in my seat, smiling at the breakthrough.
    When Sophia stood back up, Natalia’s face hovered there as if begging for another kiss. Sophia told her something as she began a sensual dance for her entertainment. Slowly and methodically, Sophia wound her body like a corkscrew. Just out of reach of Natalia, Sophia’s ass swooped and swayed like something out of a dancehall in Kingston. Natalia was unable to stand, so she sat and tolerated the tease.
    When Sophia got too close, Natalia lunged forward. She grasped the back of Sophia’s thighs, holding on firmly so as to not fall over. Natalia’s hands then snaked their way under the bow at the back of Sophia’s dress. Steadying herself, Natalia nuzzled her head under the front. Sophia made a face equal parts joy and surprise as Natalia fished for her sweet spot. I watched Sophia’s hands rest atop the mound that was Natalia’s head as it bobbed and probed beneath the silk dress I’d bought. As Natalia ate her out, Sophia pulled the working head deeper between her legs. Still in her heels, Sophia’s toned legs showed no signs of fatigue as she began winding and grinding again, against Natalia’s hunting mouth and tongue, no doubt.
    As sweet little Natalia asserted herself, the back of Sophia’s dress popped up in view of my camera. Nails dug into Sophia’s bare ass cheeks, clawing then releasing them in a sensual massage. No panties on that pretty brown ass. Knew it.
    Sophia hiked her dress up completely, providing me an unmistakable view of Natalia’s face. I watched her tongue as it disappeared from view within the folds Sophia’s hot flesh between gasps for air. Sophia performed as if she knew she was being videoed, gyrating seductively as Natalia continued to lick, probe, and taste her. My dick rose from the spectacle as I imagined Sophia knowing my eyes were focused on her.
    And that she wanted to please me even more than Natalia.
    She shed her dress, pulling it over her head before throwing it on the floor. As she removed her bra, Natalia paused to marvel at her body. Natalia said something, but I was unable to read her lips. With my swollen dick throbbing even more, I imagined it was something beautiful and poetic. She was a lyricist, after all.
    Sophia joined Natalia on the bed, allowing Natalia to slide next to her. Natalia kissed softly over the curve of Sophia’s ass then across her thighs and up her stomach as Sophia turned over. Sophia touched herself, stimulating her clit and caressing her breasts as the moment overcame her too. As they rolled across the enlarged bed, Sophia wound up atop Natalia, where she reversed and straddled Natalia’s face. Natalia’s arms reached around Sophia’s thighs, securing her in place, as if on an amusement park ride. Sophia bit her lip as she came. With her face obscured by Sophia’s orgasmic sweetness, I watched the singer’s legs writhe atop the sheets, as if she were falling, with no end in sight.
    Sophia bent over atop Natalia and ripped her dress open, leaving her exposed on a layer of black fabric. Unlike Sophia, Natalia wore a thong. With Natalia still gorging on her, Sophia returned the favor, pulling the black fabric aside and dipping her tongue into Natalia’s exposed, smooth pussy. Natalia rocked uncontrollably at Sophia’s oral mastery, legs still writhing in that never-ending tumble and cascade of emotions, completing the numeral of the sacred sixty-nine, two folded into one.
    As the video feed continued, I sat riveted in my chair, both envious and desperate to imagine the sensations denied