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“I… just…” Still breathless, I struggled to find words, feeling hot and flushed with both excitement and embarrassment. “Didn’t want you to forget to put that one… back in…”

“Ohhhhh yeah,” Erica breathed as she hit ‘play’ and moved toward the bed. It was still at the scene where the guy was licking the little dark-haired girl’s pussy. “This is my favorite part.”

She picked up the vibrator, still buzzing and wet with my juices, and lifted it to her mouth. I stared as she licked the head that had been pressed against my clit just moments ago.

“Have you ever tasted your own pussy?” she asked, crawling up next to me on the bed. I shook my head as she stretched out next to me on a pillow and opened her legs, the towel parting to reveal the soft blonde fuzz there.

“You should try it,” she whispered, moaning as she slid the head of the vibrator up and down between her lips. “God, look at how good he does that…

watch his tongue… back and forth like that… right on her clit…” I nodded, but I wasn’t looking at the screen, I was watching her, the toy moving up and down her slit and then focusing right on her clit as she rubbed it, like his tongue, back and forth. Her eyes were on the TV and I could watch her without her really paying attention. She spread her legs wider, the towel opening up to her navel, and I could see her working the buzzing vibrator between her legs.

“Did you put it inside?” Erica asked, not looking towards me as she licked her lips, her eyes glued to the screen. I didn’t answer her, but I watched as she slid the pink head down between her lips and my whole body flushed as it started to disappear between them. She was putting it inside of her!

“I bet a real cock would feel even better,” she whispered as she moved the shaft in and out of her pussy. I could see it pressing past the pink folds of her flesh and coming out wet with every stroke. “God, I want to be fucked.” On the screen, the girl was up on her knees, reaching around to open herself up, waiting to be filled. The guy’s cock was straight-up hard as he rubbed it up and down her slit.

“Yeah, fuck me,” Erica murmured, and she was fucking herself deep and hard, the pink shaft disappearing almost to the hilt. I was fascinated, watching it disappear into her pussy, remembering how good that humming felt between my legs. My own pussy was responding again, tingling with feeling, and I slipped my hand under my skirt as I watched her, shoving my panties aside to get to my clit.

“Oh that’s so good,” she whispered, her hips rocking on the bed, the towel parting as she twisted and rolled, falling off completely. I’d seen Erica naked a hundred times, but not like this, never like this. Her pink nipples were pursed and hard, her breasts swaying as she thrust the dildo deep inside of her. She reached up to play with one, pinching and tugging and biting her lip, her eyes half-closing in her pleasure.

My pussy was swollen and the pair of Erica’s panties that I had put on was soaked, and still I couldn’t stop touching myself, rubbing faster and faster as my eyes flicked from the screen to her, watching her fucking herself and imagining how good it must feel. She moaned louder, her hand moving between her legs, and she grabbed the remote off the bed, hitting the ‘fast forward’ button.

“Watch this part,” she whispered to me, not looking away from the TV as she hit the ‘play’ button a moment later. I glanced at the screen, where the guy was pounding the dark-haired girl from behind. The girl was moaning, matching Erica’s noises, and the guy was groaning, too, as he slammed into her again and again. I could hear a tightness in his voice, something tense and waiting to be let go.

Erica had slipped the wet shaft out of her pussy and was rubbing the pink head over her clit, whimpering and moaning as she played with her nipples. I had an urge to lick one, and the thought made me feel faint, but I rubbed myself faster, my breath matching hers, both of us gasping and panting. The guy on the screen pulled out of the pussy that he was fucking so hard, grunting and groaning with pleasure as he started to come.

“Ohhhhhh I’m coming!” Erica cried, the bed shaking with her orgasm, her body trembling as she rubbed herself with the vibrator, her eyes never leaving the screen where the guy was pumping his cock in his fist, shooting his cum in long, hot jets up over the raised ass of the girl. It fell in thick strands, some pooling in her lower back, most of it beginning to drip down the crack of her ass toward her pussy.

Seeing it dribble down her asshole, a slow river of cum beginning to part the pink folds of her pussy, was too much for me. I came, too, biting my lip to keep from crying out as my body trembled with my climax, jerking and bucking with it, my thigh brushing against the soft skin of Erica’s leg, the sensation making my orgasm even more intense.

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