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Twin groans filled the kitchen. Iris shivered, then winced when her shoulder hit a doorway. Her eyes flew open. Yes, the bedroom…this way. She guided Chrisanne past the guest bathroom and to the bedroom. She scrabbled backward with her hand for the door handle, turned it, and pushed it open. In the rush of all the blood in her body flooding south, she forgot about the lack of an actual bed in her bedroom. Iris was soaking wet and desperate to get her mouth all over Chrisanne.

She yanked down her own panties and got rid of her bra. Once they were in the pile of blankets on the floor, Iris took control. Chrisanne smelled like that same perfume she wore in Italy, and of lemons and desire. She inhaled her, pressed her nose into the small creases, sucked her fingers, drank the sweat from her skin. She felt so fucking good She pressed her hips into the blankets to relieve some of her own ache, an unconscious movement that she intensified once she realized she was doing it.

A deep and shuddering connection clicked between them. Iris pushed her hips into the blankets, fucking into the firmness under her while she fucked Chrisanne with her tongue.

Her pussy opened up for her, slick and greedy. Iris licked the soft pink flesh to prepare her, then slid in two fingers, curled them up. God, she loved this. There was so much beauty. The rhythm of her fingers stuttered but she kept going. Her eyes slammed shut and her hips bucked into the blankets the same time she felt a clenching around her fingers.

Chrisanne stiffened all over and cried out. Iris gladly swallowed her kisses.

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