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“Okay, that's the one, I think.”, Taylor Swift called toward the driver of her limousine. Once the car stopped she leaned back and forth to get a good look up and down the night-time street through the tinted windows, making sure there were no paparazzi camping out before the upper-class hotel a little bit outside of the city. Once she had made sure the streets were clear Taylor popped the wide lapels of her long coat, put on her sun-glasses and got out. For a moment she hesitated and leaned back into the open door.
“You wait here, okay? If my appointment doesn't work out I want to be able to head back home.”
The driver gave an affirmative nod and with that the blonde popstar closed the door and headed into the lobby of the hotel, her heels making loud popping sounds that were reflected by the marble paneling the walls. She kept her eyes lowered and ignored the girl behind the counter, hoping that her getup would help to disguise her. She went straight to the elevator and hit the button for the presidential suite, leaning her back against the wall.
There was a sense of danger about this all, it was an adventure and Karlie had always been one to expertly push Taylor's buttons. What if someone recognized her? What if they sent out a text? Within minutes she could be swarmed by fans wanting an autograph and a picture or, even worse, by paparazzi out for a new, exclusive shot.
Once again Taylor got out her cellphone and scrolled through the texts until she found the one from Karlie. It was just an image and a small message, detailing the address of this hotel and the number of the presidential suite, together with the words: 'Need you here right now. Hurry.'
The accompanying picture was one of a shaved pussy in the background, slightly out of focus, and two fingers in the foreground, slightly spread, sticky, gooey juices forming threads between them. Even this out of focus Taylor had no problem at all to identify Karlie's shaved pussy. She was intimately familiar with it. And this small message from Karlie was all that was necessary for Taylor to cancel all other appointments and have her driver bring her over to the other end of the city.
She put the phone back into her purse and got out into the corridor. Unlike all other floors in the hotel, the upper-most floor only had one single door and one single room. The entrance to the presidential suite.
Feeling the excitement boil up in her, making her panties stick to her pussy in a warm flash of wetness, Taylor lifted her hand and knocked on the door.
“Taylor?”, a bright, pleasant voice called from inside, muffled by the door.
The blonde popstar had to smile, even just hearing Karlie's voice got her riled up. “Yes!”, she answered, nodding despite being alone in the corridor, the bangs of her new, bob-style haircut swinging back and forth.
“Come on in!”, Karlie called out from inside, “The door's unlocked.”
Taylor pushed the door open and stepped into the room, it was lit dimly by rows of candles lining the shelves on the wall, their scent heavy in the air and their light flickering from the draft, forcing Taylor to remove her shades. Taylor at once closed the door behind her and turned the key. She didn't want to take any risks, didn't want anyone wandering in. She was a much more meticulous and organized person than Karlie, but in a way that was one of the many things Taylor adored about her long-limbed model fuck-buddy who always seemed to be able to get Taylor out of her comfort zone in the most wonderful ways.
After closing the door it took Taylor a moment to see Karlie, who sat on a chair in the shadows, her long legs clad in extremely tight fitting denim and spread wide, her feet bare, a coat d****d over her narrow shoulders. She was wearing elaborate make-up, but even like this Taylor was able to discern that Karlie was aroused. She always got those rosy, flushed cheeks.
“You drop your coat and I drop mine.”, Karlie said in a hushed tone. Without another word Taylor's hands went to her waist, undoing the buttons of her coat, one after another, and then dropping it to the ground. She revealed that she wore a short skirt and a fitting cropped tube-top in a mix of gold and meshed, cream-colored leather underneath. They often liked to dress up for each other. It made it that much more fun to tear it all off later on.
Karlie clearly liked what she saw, her lips curling up in an appreciative smile. Wordlessly she lifted her hand and made a lazy, twirling gesture with her long, slender index finger. Getting the hint Taylor turned around on the spot, giving Karlie a good look from all sides. Usually Taylor was the more aggressive between the two of them, the cut-throat business-woman who got what she wanted, when she wanted it. But in this situation, with Karlie, she felt out of the water, and Karlie used that expertly, taking the reins and holding them tightly. Taylor had to admit that this side of her friend aroused her to no end.
When she faced the model again she saw her on her feet, the coat falling from her shoulders. She wore a simple, low-cut white top that clung to her gorgeous shape, barely more than a fitted wife-beater. Karlie knew how to move, having practiced her stride on those endlessly long legs many times and every sway of her hips sent a new flash of heat through Taylor's body. Karlie reached her and embraced the blonde. With Karlie's feet bare and Taylor wearing steep heels they were more or less the same height.
Karlie put her hands on Taylor's waist, the warm skin of her palms against Taylor's bared mid-riff, and pulled her even closer. Their lips met, almost cautiously at first, the waxy lipstick feeling almost like a thick coating. But soon their kiss got more passionate, their lips parted, their tongues met and caressed, exchanging saliva while Taylor sucked in air through her nose, letting out a soft, moaning sound. Karlie's hands started to wander, her right one went up, following the line of Taylor's spine and finding her golden hair. Karlie made a fist and pulled, forcing Taylor to arch her head back with a gasping sound. The model leaned down and kissed along the neck of the popstar, smiling in satisfaction as she saw the skin under her mouth ripple up in goosebumps. Meanwhile her other hand went the opposite direction, groping the juicy thigh of Taylor and then pulling up the hem of her skirt. Still pulling back Taylor's hair Karlie looked her friend right into those blue eyes as she used her long fingers to shove her panties aside. Taylor moaned and tightly shut her eyes as two fingers dipped into her dripping wet pussy, penetrating the tight warmth of her body. Without warning Karlie pulled her fingers back out and a few times Taylor's hips gyrated into nothingness, humping the air in their mindless desire for more of that intimate touch. Karlie lifted her left hand, index- and middle-finger covered in shiny juices, and gave Taylor a teasing smile.
“Look who's all excited...”, she purred into Taylor's ear, her warm breath tickling the small hairs on the popstar's neck. Just as Taylor wanted to open her mouth and to express just how much all of this turned her on, Karlie plunged the fingers that a moment before had penetrated Taylor's pussy into the mouth of the blonde singer. Almost involuntarily she tightened her lips around them, her tongue taking a moment after that surprising oral violation to understand what was demanded. With big, blue eyes looking at Karlie almost in disbelief, Taylor started to suck on the model's fingers, tasting her own pussy.
Karlie let go of Taylor's hair but kept her fingers in her mouth, smiling as she popstar began to bob her head up and down on her own accord, so eager to please. There was a mischievous glimmer in Karlie's eyes as she reached behind her back and she pulled a pair of handcuffs connected with a slightly longer than usual but sturdy chain from her back-pocket. She knew that she was treading a fine line now. Taylor was a control-freak and surrendering to anyone was hard for her, even to her best friend. Needless to say a mix of emotions was mirrored in Taylor's eyes who seemed to be cautious, reluctant and utterly aroused at the some time.
Karlie removed her fingers from Taylor's mouth and cupped her jaw gently, forcing her to look away from the stainless steel of the cuffs glowing orange-red with the reflections of candle-light and into Karlie's firm, unshakably confident eyes.
“Do you trust me?”, the model asked seriously.
Taylor swallowed and then nodded very slowly, as much as Karlie's steely grip allowed.
“You want this. You need this.”, Karlie whispered, “You always are so in control. You are always the boss. Not tonight though. Let go for me. And I will show you a new experience.”
For a few seconds Taylor hesitated, but then she nodded again, lifting her wrists up and Karlie's smile widened even further. She got on her tip-toes and placed a tender kiss on Taylor's forehead, leaving a smear of dark, red lipstick.
She grabbed one of Taylor's hands and lead her to a chair. It was a heavy thing, black leather padding affixed to a welded, thick metal frame. Karlie pushed Taylor down on the chair and then made the singer put her arms behind her back. A cross-bar of the chair's frame allowed her to sling the chain of the handcuffs over it, thus being able to tie Taylor's hands behind her back while also tying her to the chair.
Karlie smiled down to her friend and held the small key, dangling from a thin, golden chain before her eyes. She lifted the chain and tied it around her neck, using index-finger and thumb to turn the small key from side to side in the dim light.
The model spread her long legs and sat down on Taylor's lap. Sitting on her like this, Karlie was a full head taller than Taylor and she grinned down to her, giving her a deep kiss while her fingers interlocked behind Taylor's neck.
“You adore me.”, Karlie whispered into Taylor's ear, slightly out of breath as their lips finally parted, “You want me. You want me so fucking much.”
Taylor nodded in answer to that, her hips squirming under Karlie's ass, making her sway back and forth on her in a very sexual way.
“You feel possessive of me.”, Karlie stated, “I am yours.”
Again Taylor could only nod, her tongue feeling heavy with mind-blowing arousal.
This time Karlie chuckled in answer and the look in her eyes became almost menacing. She leaned in and whispered right into Taylor's ear: “I want you to watch something then.” To underline her words she gently bit Taylor's earlobe.
From one of the deeper shadows in the corner of the room a figure emerged, tall and dark. A man, wearing a suit. His hands were on his cock, fully erect and shiny with precum, jerking up and down the shaft. Taylor's eyes widened. How long had he been there, lurking in the shadows?
Karlie leaned back from Taylor's head and looked into her eyes as the man stood beside the chair. She reached out and grabbed his dick, causing him to let go. Taylor felt Karlie's weight shift on her lap as the model jerked the guy's cock hard.
“How does this make you feel, Taylor?”, Karlie teasingly asked with a grin, “How does it make you feel seeing my hand wrapped around a cock? Does it sting a bit?”
The model stood up, but only to get down on her knees at once. She inched closer to the man and let go of his penis. Heavily it dangled right above her beautiful face. Karlie kept eye-contact with Taylor as she pushed in, her forehead pressing the erect cock flat against the man's stomach, while she tenderly kissed his balls. Her lips parted and her pink, shiny, nimble tongue flashed out. Taylor had to look on as Karlie opened her mouth wide and sucked his balls in, first one, then the other. Inside her mouth she massaged them with her tongue only to let them go again, now soaking wet.
Without pause Karlie licked up the hard shaft now, her lips curling up into a smile as she felt it twitch hard. She took her time, painting a trail of shiny saliva up the dick. Once she reached the tip she swirled her tongue around the small slit in the smooth head, holding the shaft with her hand and bending it down. Karlie opened her mouth and took the cock into it, finally wrapping her lips around it. A groan could be heard from the man and the model seemed spurred on by it, starting to bob her head up and down. Slowly at first, but then she picked up in speed. With every bob of her head she took more of the dick inside, covering more and more of it in a sheen of her saliva. Her hands went up to massage his balls, feeling the load churn in them just for her. She could tell her was already close, having masturbated to the two celebrities making out before.
Her eyes now went from looking up to him to throwing side-glances to the beautiful, tied up singer who squirmed on her chair, sometimes pulling on her restraints in vain, causing a metallic clangor. The look on Taylor's face was one of frustration and unfulfilled desire, yet she never averted her eyes, sucking in the sight of her best friend and closest fuck-buddy sucking a cock in front of her while leaving her hanging dry.
Karlie felt the guy getting closer and closer, the twitching in his dick got more frequent and almost violent. With a plop she released the cock from her sucking mouth and she scooted closer on her knees, looking right up to him. Her eyes were pleading, begging.
“Shoot your load all over my face.”, she whispered demandingly, “Cover me in your cum.”
The guy grabbed his spit-wet shaft and immediately jerked off. A droplet of precum dangled heavily from his tip, and once it was heavy enough it broke off and fell, hitting Karlie square on her forehead.
“Cum on her face already!”, Taylor suddenly blurted out, the pent up arousal and frustration clearly audible in her voice, “Give her that hot load!”
And that was what pushed him over the edge. Suddenly his jerking hand slowed down and then ceased to move entirely. The cock in his hand twitched violently and with pressure a thread of cum shot out, hitting Karlie right underneath her eye, the volume and force of the cum making her flinch. More squirts followed the first, pumped out by steady, aligned movements of his jerking hand, painting Karlie Kloss' face in a thick coating of warm, white cum.
Once the last dribble subsided Karlie opened her eyes, some cum weighing down her long eye-lashes, and knelt up. She closed her lips around the tip of his dick and sucked it clean, giving him a grateful smile.
Karlie got to her feet again and turned around. She lifted a leg and straddled Taylor, looking down to her. Their faces were only inches apart, a droplet of cum formed on Karlie's chin and fell down. Instinctively Taylor opened her mouth and caught it. The sight visibly turned Karlie on and she whispered: “Lick it off. Every drop.”
Obediently Taylor proceeded to extend her tongue, lapping up the still-warm cum from Karlie's face, sometimes puckering her lips to noisily slurp up the bigger puddles. Taylor made sure not to swallow yet, and when she had the full load collected on her tongue she leaned up, meeting Karlie for a cum-kiss. Passionately the two girls exchanged saliva and cum, swapping the load back and forth until they finally swallowed.
“And now untie me.”, Taylor growled, closing her teeth around the key on the necklace right before her and tearing it off only to spit it down into Karlie's lap, “I need to punish you for being such a fucking tease.”
“You wait here, okay? If my appointment doesn't work out I want to be able to head back home.”
The driver gave an affirmative nod and with that the blonde popstar closed the door and headed into the lobby of the hotel, her heels making loud popping sounds that were reflected by the marble paneling the walls. She kept her eyes lowered and ignored the girl behind the counter, hoping that her getup would help to disguise her. She went straight to the elevator and hit the button for the presidential suite, leaning her back against the wall.
There was a sense of danger about this all, it was an adventure and Karlie had always been one to expertly push Taylor's buttons. What if someone recognized her? What if they sent out a text? Within minutes she could be swarmed by fans wanting an autograph and a picture or, even worse, by paparazzi out for a new, exclusive shot.
Once again Taylor got out her cellphone and scrolled through the texts until she found the one from Karlie. It was just an image and a small message, detailing the address of this hotel and the number of the presidential suite, together with the words: 'Need you here right now. Hurry.'
The accompanying picture was one of a shaved pussy in the background, slightly out of focus, and two fingers in the foreground, slightly spread, sticky, gooey juices forming threads between them. Even this out of focus Taylor had no problem at all to identify Karlie's shaved pussy. She was intimately familiar with it. And this small message from Karlie was all that was necessary for Taylor to cancel all other appointments and have her driver bring her over to the other end of the city.
She put the phone back into her purse and got out into the corridor. Unlike all other floors in the hotel, the upper-most floor only had one single door and one single room. The entrance to the presidential suite.
Feeling the excitement boil up in her, making her panties stick to her pussy in a warm flash of wetness, Taylor lifted her hand and knocked on the door.
“Taylor?”, a bright, pleasant voice called from inside, muffled by the door.
The blonde popstar had to smile, even just hearing Karlie's voice got her riled up. “Yes!”, she answered, nodding despite being alone in the corridor, the bangs of her new, bob-style haircut swinging back and forth.
“Come on in!”, Karlie called out from inside, “The door's unlocked.”
Taylor pushed the door open and stepped into the room, it was lit dimly by rows of candles lining the shelves on the wall, their scent heavy in the air and their light flickering from the draft, forcing Taylor to remove her shades. Taylor at once closed the door behind her and turned the key. She didn't want to take any risks, didn't want anyone wandering in. She was a much more meticulous and organized person than Karlie, but in a way that was one of the many things Taylor adored about her long-limbed model fuck-buddy who always seemed to be able to get Taylor out of her comfort zone in the most wonderful ways.
After closing the door it took Taylor a moment to see Karlie, who sat on a chair in the shadows, her long legs clad in extremely tight fitting denim and spread wide, her feet bare, a coat d****d over her narrow shoulders. She was wearing elaborate make-up, but even like this Taylor was able to discern that Karlie was aroused. She always got those rosy, flushed cheeks.
“You drop your coat and I drop mine.”, Karlie said in a hushed tone. Without another word Taylor's hands went to her waist, undoing the buttons of her coat, one after another, and then dropping it to the ground. She revealed that she wore a short skirt and a fitting cropped tube-top in a mix of gold and meshed, cream-colored leather underneath. They often liked to dress up for each other. It made it that much more fun to tear it all off later on.
Karlie clearly liked what she saw, her lips curling up in an appreciative smile. Wordlessly she lifted her hand and made a lazy, twirling gesture with her long, slender index finger. Getting the hint Taylor turned around on the spot, giving Karlie a good look from all sides. Usually Taylor was the more aggressive between the two of them, the cut-throat business-woman who got what she wanted, when she wanted it. But in this situation, with Karlie, she felt out of the water, and Karlie used that expertly, taking the reins and holding them tightly. Taylor had to admit that this side of her friend aroused her to no end.
When she faced the model again she saw her on her feet, the coat falling from her shoulders. She wore a simple, low-cut white top that clung to her gorgeous shape, barely more than a fitted wife-beater. Karlie knew how to move, having practiced her stride on those endlessly long legs many times and every sway of her hips sent a new flash of heat through Taylor's body. Karlie reached her and embraced the blonde. With Karlie's feet bare and Taylor wearing steep heels they were more or less the same height.
Karlie put her hands on Taylor's waist, the warm skin of her palms against Taylor's bared mid-riff, and pulled her even closer. Their lips met, almost cautiously at first, the waxy lipstick feeling almost like a thick coating. But soon their kiss got more passionate, their lips parted, their tongues met and caressed, exchanging saliva while Taylor sucked in air through her nose, letting out a soft, moaning sound. Karlie's hands started to wander, her right one went up, following the line of Taylor's spine and finding her golden hair. Karlie made a fist and pulled, forcing Taylor to arch her head back with a gasping sound. The model leaned down and kissed along the neck of the popstar, smiling in satisfaction as she saw the skin under her mouth ripple up in goosebumps. Meanwhile her other hand went the opposite direction, groping the juicy thigh of Taylor and then pulling up the hem of her skirt. Still pulling back Taylor's hair Karlie looked her friend right into those blue eyes as she used her long fingers to shove her panties aside. Taylor moaned and tightly shut her eyes as two fingers dipped into her dripping wet pussy, penetrating the tight warmth of her body. Without warning Karlie pulled her fingers back out and a few times Taylor's hips gyrated into nothingness, humping the air in their mindless desire for more of that intimate touch. Karlie lifted her left hand, index- and middle-finger covered in shiny juices, and gave Taylor a teasing smile.
“Look who's all excited...”, she purred into Taylor's ear, her warm breath tickling the small hairs on the popstar's neck. Just as Taylor wanted to open her mouth and to express just how much all of this turned her on, Karlie plunged the fingers that a moment before had penetrated Taylor's pussy into the mouth of the blonde singer. Almost involuntarily she tightened her lips around them, her tongue taking a moment after that surprising oral violation to understand what was demanded. With big, blue eyes looking at Karlie almost in disbelief, Taylor started to suck on the model's fingers, tasting her own pussy.
Karlie let go of Taylor's hair but kept her fingers in her mouth, smiling as she popstar began to bob her head up and down on her own accord, so eager to please. There was a mischievous glimmer in Karlie's eyes as she reached behind her back and she pulled a pair of handcuffs connected with a slightly longer than usual but sturdy chain from her back-pocket. She knew that she was treading a fine line now. Taylor was a control-freak and surrendering to anyone was hard for her, even to her best friend. Needless to say a mix of emotions was mirrored in Taylor's eyes who seemed to be cautious, reluctant and utterly aroused at the some time.
Karlie removed her fingers from Taylor's mouth and cupped her jaw gently, forcing her to look away from the stainless steel of the cuffs glowing orange-red with the reflections of candle-light and into Karlie's firm, unshakably confident eyes.
“Do you trust me?”, the model asked seriously.
Taylor swallowed and then nodded very slowly, as much as Karlie's steely grip allowed.
“You want this. You need this.”, Karlie whispered, “You always are so in control. You are always the boss. Not tonight though. Let go for me. And I will show you a new experience.”
For a few seconds Taylor hesitated, but then she nodded again, lifting her wrists up and Karlie's smile widened even further. She got on her tip-toes and placed a tender kiss on Taylor's forehead, leaving a smear of dark, red lipstick.
She grabbed one of Taylor's hands and lead her to a chair. It was a heavy thing, black leather padding affixed to a welded, thick metal frame. Karlie pushed Taylor down on the chair and then made the singer put her arms behind her back. A cross-bar of the chair's frame allowed her to sling the chain of the handcuffs over it, thus being able to tie Taylor's hands behind her back while also tying her to the chair.
Karlie smiled down to her friend and held the small key, dangling from a thin, golden chain before her eyes. She lifted the chain and tied it around her neck, using index-finger and thumb to turn the small key from side to side in the dim light.
The model spread her long legs and sat down on Taylor's lap. Sitting on her like this, Karlie was a full head taller than Taylor and she grinned down to her, giving her a deep kiss while her fingers interlocked behind Taylor's neck.
“You adore me.”, Karlie whispered into Taylor's ear, slightly out of breath as their lips finally parted, “You want me. You want me so fucking much.”
Taylor nodded in answer to that, her hips squirming under Karlie's ass, making her sway back and forth on her in a very sexual way.
“You feel possessive of me.”, Karlie stated, “I am yours.”
Again Taylor could only nod, her tongue feeling heavy with mind-blowing arousal.
This time Karlie chuckled in answer and the look in her eyes became almost menacing. She leaned in and whispered right into Taylor's ear: “I want you to watch something then.” To underline her words she gently bit Taylor's earlobe.
From one of the deeper shadows in the corner of the room a figure emerged, tall and dark. A man, wearing a suit. His hands were on his cock, fully erect and shiny with precum, jerking up and down the shaft. Taylor's eyes widened. How long had he been there, lurking in the shadows?
Karlie leaned back from Taylor's head and looked into her eyes as the man stood beside the chair. She reached out and grabbed his dick, causing him to let go. Taylor felt Karlie's weight shift on her lap as the model jerked the guy's cock hard.
“How does this make you feel, Taylor?”, Karlie teasingly asked with a grin, “How does it make you feel seeing my hand wrapped around a cock? Does it sting a bit?”
The model stood up, but only to get down on her knees at once. She inched closer to the man and let go of his penis. Heavily it dangled right above her beautiful face. Karlie kept eye-contact with Taylor as she pushed in, her forehead pressing the erect cock flat against the man's stomach, while she tenderly kissed his balls. Her lips parted and her pink, shiny, nimble tongue flashed out. Taylor had to look on as Karlie opened her mouth wide and sucked his balls in, first one, then the other. Inside her mouth she massaged them with her tongue only to let them go again, now soaking wet.
Without pause Karlie licked up the hard shaft now, her lips curling up into a smile as she felt it twitch hard. She took her time, painting a trail of shiny saliva up the dick. Once she reached the tip she swirled her tongue around the small slit in the smooth head, holding the shaft with her hand and bending it down. Karlie opened her mouth and took the cock into it, finally wrapping her lips around it. A groan could be heard from the man and the model seemed spurred on by it, starting to bob her head up and down. Slowly at first, but then she picked up in speed. With every bob of her head she took more of the dick inside, covering more and more of it in a sheen of her saliva. Her hands went up to massage his balls, feeling the load churn in them just for her. She could tell her was already close, having masturbated to the two celebrities making out before.
Her eyes now went from looking up to him to throwing side-glances to the beautiful, tied up singer who squirmed on her chair, sometimes pulling on her restraints in vain, causing a metallic clangor. The look on Taylor's face was one of frustration and unfulfilled desire, yet she never averted her eyes, sucking in the sight of her best friend and closest fuck-buddy sucking a cock in front of her while leaving her hanging dry.
Karlie felt the guy getting closer and closer, the twitching in his dick got more frequent and almost violent. With a plop she released the cock from her sucking mouth and she scooted closer on her knees, looking right up to him. Her eyes were pleading, begging.
“Shoot your load all over my face.”, she whispered demandingly, “Cover me in your cum.”
The guy grabbed his spit-wet shaft and immediately jerked off. A droplet of precum dangled heavily from his tip, and once it was heavy enough it broke off and fell, hitting Karlie square on her forehead.
“Cum on her face already!”, Taylor suddenly blurted out, the pent up arousal and frustration clearly audible in her voice, “Give her that hot load!”
And that was what pushed him over the edge. Suddenly his jerking hand slowed down and then ceased to move entirely. The cock in his hand twitched violently and with pressure a thread of cum shot out, hitting Karlie right underneath her eye, the volume and force of the cum making her flinch. More squirts followed the first, pumped out by steady, aligned movements of his jerking hand, painting Karlie Kloss' face in a thick coating of warm, white cum.
Once the last dribble subsided Karlie opened her eyes, some cum weighing down her long eye-lashes, and knelt up. She closed her lips around the tip of his dick and sucked it clean, giving him a grateful smile.
Karlie got to her feet again and turned around. She lifted a leg and straddled Taylor, looking down to her. Their faces were only inches apart, a droplet of cum formed on Karlie's chin and fell down. Instinctively Taylor opened her mouth and caught it. The sight visibly turned Karlie on and she whispered: “Lick it off. Every drop.”
Obediently Taylor proceeded to extend her tongue, lapping up the still-warm cum from Karlie's face, sometimes puckering her lips to noisily slurp up the bigger puddles. Taylor made sure not to swallow yet, and when she had the full load collected on her tongue she leaned up, meeting Karlie for a cum-kiss. Passionately the two girls exchanged saliva and cum, swapping the load back and forth until they finally swallowed.
“And now untie me.”, Taylor growled, closing her teeth around the key on the necklace right before her and tearing it off only to spit it down into Karlie's lap, “I need to punish you for being such a fucking tease.”
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