Chapter 186 Naughty Seaside Encounter:>>25

• Chelsea's voice was soft in the quiet of the room, husky with her desire. "Jesus, Bec....that's lovely.... exquisite." She pressed her torso down a fraction, wriggling against the lapping mouth. "Ah, yes, just there honey. Don't stop....ah, just there."
• Bec's pussy was just below her face, sheathed in little blue panties. Chelsea could see her excitement - a translucent patch of wetness against the pale material and the dark shadow of her labia pressing against it. She leaned forward a little and hooked the panties aside, her fingers sliding lightly over her wet flesh. Chelsea could see her exposed vagina, the lips curled back like petals of a flower and a bead of opaque fluid gathered at the opening like the cream in a fresh eclair. The fine, silky hair around her labia was damp with desire, and the fragrance of the girl's excitement enveloped her as she dipped her head towards the juncture of her thighs.
• Chelsea had often wondered what Ben had found so appealing about eating pussy, and now she understood. The vaginal lips were soft against her mouth and the girl's juices thick on her tongue, tasting of salt and musk....but it was so much more than that. She was poised at the very centre of another woman, at the core of her vulnerability and her strength, the point at which all life began. She knew how the girl who writhed underneath her was feeling, just as the tongue in her own pussy was reaching into her own soul. She could feel her orgasm building, the long climb upwards from the darkness, and she lapped faster - scooping out the cream with long flat strokes of her tongue, her lips and cheeks and face shining with her discharge as her senses finally coalesced into a single, united force, flinging her upwards towards the light.