[The pitch of her moan goes high and breathless at the stroke of Kate's fingers--climbs higher still at that push, stretched taut and now tauter, taking all of it. Soon she's forgotten to moan; she's nearly forgotten to breathe. Mouth dropped open, hips pushed up--it doesn't hurt, it feels good, impossibly good--filled, nearly completely. Doubly fucked but at the same time there's the wet slick sensation of fucking Kate, a feeling that Johanna knows well--as if she's the one with two fingers buried in Kate, fucking her even as she's being fucked, as if Kate is right there beside her, now more than ever.
It's an idea she likes. If she could fuck both of them at once, or be fucked by both--or both be fucked--whatever the order, or the arrangement, if it's anything like this, it'll be better than anything else.
If these are her fingers in Kate, then she's going to fuck her. And that makes the fingers in her push deeper, harder, right there with Erik's thrusts.Johanna's head lolls to the side, as if to seek to kiss Kate, find her with her mouth. Or Erik. Kiss Erik. She doesn't care. In the moment, there's very little that she cares about.]
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It's an idea she likes. If she could fuck both of them at once, or be fucked by both--or both be fucked--whatever the order, or the arrangement, if it's anything like this, it'll be better than anything else.
If these are her fingers in Kate, then she's going to fuck her. And that makes the fingers in her push deeper, harder, right there with Erik's thrusts.Johanna's head lolls to the side, as if to seek to kiss Kate, find her with her mouth. Or Erik. Kiss Erik. She doesn't care. In the moment, there's very little that she cares about.]