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Fourty-Four

Okay so, last chapter was cute and sweet and fluffy and most definitely inspired by the recent video/photo shoot the girls did, which was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen... But let's get real. We all know why you guys are here! It's that damn "Mature" tag I slapped on my story. Which is valid and I refuse to change it, but it had me realising why I can't get my rankings up - it's because the kids can't see the fic, of course, haha. So yeah, please vote, comment, do whatever. Anyway, that MATURE tag is all over this chapter, so be warned.

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The next day it was raining. No lightning, no thunder, just thick, shades-of-grey rain waving down in flaggons. It was not unpleasant by any means, but it was no type of day to be caught outside.

It was no type of day, in fact, to even really bother getting out of bed, which was where Becky found herself sprawled out on her naked back between pure white sheets. She was barely awake but Freen had clearly been past sleep for a while already, seeing as how she had already managed to draw a line of sloppy kisses all the way from Becky's neck right down to her navel. The sheets were still half covering her head, but they did absolutely nothing for hiding Becky's modesty. Freen glanced up and shivered at the sight of the milky gooseflesh that stretched across the taught stomach with its rippling muscle beneath. She so wanted to follow the bumps up to those pink peaks of soft curves, yearning to taste them. But Becky was starting to wake up and there were other places Freen wanted to taste more.

"Oooh my GOD...Freen...what...?" And Becky's words caught in her throat and gave way to a deep moan, one that was elicited by the broad stroke of a flat tongue. Instant throbbing had Becky's back arching off the mattress as another stroke swept through. Her fingers quickly crept into Freen's dark locks of hair and tangled up tightly - a rider gripping the reigns of their prizewinning horse and Becky responded the same way as she raced towards her climax. She tugged Freen's hair towards her chest while she rolled her hips forward in rhythm with the movements of Freen's mouth. "Faster..." Was all she could breathe out as she lost the oxygen from her lungs. Freen obeyed her rider immediately, increasing her muscle movements as much as she could while gripping tightly onto the jutting bones from Becky's impossibly sexy hips - almost akin to a saddle, she would guess.

When Becky's moans started increasing in volume and her language becoming more blasphemous by the second, Freen knew the finish line was in sight. It took just two seconds for Freen to surprise Becky at the very last moment by slipping a single finger into her body, giving her something to grip around as contractions wracked her body...

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It turned out that the shower was really one of the best features of their bungalow. It had several massage settings that kept the couple in there probably longer than necessary. Much longer. By the time they climbed out, they could only manage to wrap themselves in fluffy white robes and to dry their hair before they were scouring the kitchen. They had worked up quite the appetite.

Soon both women were seated cross-legged on the counter with an array of fruits between them. "So how long are you keeping me prisoner, miss Sarocha?" Becky grinned before Freen raised a bite of something sweet for her to taste. She happily, and slowly, folded her lips over the piece of soft fruit and sucked it into her mouth slowly, eyeing Freen from beneath her gorgeous lashes and giving her the most beautiful bedroom eyes. She knew it would drive Freen crazy, and it showed as Freen seemed to malfunction, mouth agape as she stared at Becky.

Becky giggled and grabbed the bowl in Freen's hand before it tipped over, tugging Freen back to reality. She let Becky take over for a while as she answered the almost now forgotten question. "Well, there's just one more thing I want to do with you tomorrow, then we can get on the road the morning after."