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Agnetha had woken up first, she had fallen asleep in Frida's arms, she was enjoying the warmth of her body. She woke up sore and almost paralyzed, she couldn't feel her legs anymore and couldn't move them, her body was really relaxed.

Frida was still sleeping but she didn't seem as relaxed as Agnetha, maybe she wasn't finished. Agnetha, as a good model little girl, wanted her mommy to be happy the way she made her happy, so she crawled close to Frida and kissed her neck. She had no notion of sex, no experience, but Frida deserved her to make an effort. She pressed a kiss to her lover's tender neck and quietly descended. There was a slight shudder that made her stop all movement, but when she checked that Frida was sleeping well, she hastened to continue.

Agnetha was kissing the soft, warm skin of Frida's breasts, there was still the smell of the milk she had suckled with enthusiasm until the weariness and exhaustion that made her drowsy. She loved Frida's skin against her lips, it was comfortable and soothing, she could spend the rest of her life with her face nestled against ther woman's body. She slipped her hand under the blanket and felt the soft warm wet hair against her palm, she moved her body under the blanket and found herself face to face with Frida's center, she had one leg bent outward, she could clearly see the love juice running out of her vagina. There was a smell that attracted her, a fiery smell, strong and tart. She took between her lips a piece of flesh from the soft, tender thigh, she sucked as Frida had done with her and gently kissed the mark that had not yet formed. She didn't know if what she was doing actually served any purpose, except that when she rested her mouth on the saliva-slick thigh, she felt it shiver and tense. She pressed her mouth against the brown tuft and the strong scent invaded her senses, it was appealing, something she liked to smell. She mustered up her courage and stuck her tongue out to slide it between the dripping folds. The first taste of the nectar between her legs was surprising to say the least, it was sweet but slightly salty, there was a smell of spice and also a hint of acidity. She most certainly liked it and wanted to taste it again, her mouth against the wet lips that surrounded a wet hole and a small scarlet button. Agnetha pushed a tip of her index finger on Frida's engorged clitoris and felt a mini contraction, which made her squeeze harder, she rested her mouth on Frida's little bud who was just waiting for her and pleasured herself and suck. She sucked it between her lips and ran her tongue randomly between the little pink lips, she was doing her best, she was trying not to neglect anything, to pay attention to every corner she could reach. Suddenly, Frida's hips rose, and if Agnetha hadn't lifted her face to breathe, she might have been hurt. She heard a high-pitched squeal outside the blanket covering her.

Deep down she was afraid that Frida was awake, she was afraid of the judgment she would receive, of having done something wrong, but there was no more movement and she continued to explore ther head -work. She pushed a finger against the leaking vagina and collected the cream which crumbled as the eagerness she put to devour it. Agnetha squeezed her finger harder and let her in, it was soft and warm, the walls were smooth and slippery and her finger felt like sucking deeper, there was no resistance. She dug her finger deep into her body as if searching for something, her finger snaking between the warm walls that tightened around her. The walls were getting more and more slippery and Agnetha filled the hole with a second finger, she was moving her fingers inside, she didn't really have the room to do the back and forth movement that Frida had done to her yesterday, but she could very well squeeze her fingers all over the place, trying to feel the erogenous zones. She bent her fingers up and Frida's body moved, she continued and suddenly Frida's thighs twitched. The walls tightened and all of a sudden the blanket that covered her pulled away, she felt naked and her hair was the only thing covering her. "Agnetha? I think that's a really good way to wake up, baby," she said languidly, brushing the hair that covered the girl's face. Agnetha looked at her with a smile, her cheeks were flushed, she was warm under the blanket, but she was too focused on Frida to notice. She went back to her work as if nothing had happened and Frida gasped heavily above her. When she took the throbbing clitoris back into her mouth, Frida let out a high-pitched moan, and when she pressed her fingertips to the little bump inside, Frida let out a gasp from her throat. "Oh, Agnetha, you do it so well, go on, mamma gillar när man sätter fingret så hårt!! Frida said needily, so the girl kept moving her fingers rapidly." After a while, Frida's whole body froze and she threw her head back, she came, it was a feat for Agnetha. "It was perfect, my love, come on, said Frida holding out her arms."