Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

letting my moans loose, and I don’t give a shit if anyone hears us in here.
She slips a finger just inside my opening, and I whimper again, watching
her rise and press her forehead into mine.
“Liv,” she whispers, working it in farther inch by inch. “God, you make
me crazy.”
“Fuck me,” I beg.
She squeezes my ass in one hand and rubs my clit with the other while the
middle finger sinks inside me. “Right there?” she asks.
Her fingertip slips up low in my belly, and there’s an itch she almost
reaches.
“A little…farther,” I gasp. “Curl your finger into me a little.”
She presses against me from the inside, burying herself to her knuckle,
and I have to force my toes not to curl as pressure hits the spot.
“Oh, God, that’s it,” I tell her.
Yes. And in a moment, we’re kissing, panting, and she’s rolling her hips
into me in time with her finger sliding in and out, caressing my G-spot.
She kisses me hard, bites my neck, licks my lips as her hips piston harder
and faster, pushing her finger inside me with each thrust.
Where the fuck…?
I narrow my eyes, even as my orgasm starts to tease. “Where the hell did
you learn all this?” I growl.
That fucking new girl Chloe wants her bad. I saw that with just one look.
I don’t think Clay would do that to me while we’re…
But she’s fucking good. How did she get so good? We’ve only done it a
few times.
When she doesn’t answer, I grab her jaw. “Where the fuck, Clay?”
She startles. “I…I watched a…a movie.”
“A movie?”
She breathes over my mouth, thrusting into me and groaning herself,
because everything is turning her on, too, and she’s liking this.
“Porn, okay? I watched a couple of porn videos.”
I cock an eyebrow. She’ll have to show me those. Most lesbian porn is
made by men who do what they think looks good on camera instead of what
actually feels good to women.
“Two fingers,” she says. “I’m going to put two in.”
“Clay…” But I don’t have to time to brace myself before she enters me
again, this time thicker.