It was perfect. She was perfect. Becca had needed this so badly. After all day of being teased and aroused this gorgeous woman was here and all hers. She was determined not to waste it. As her tongue lapped at the surprisingly wet opening, Becca wished she had more skill in this area. Her novice abilities seemed a waste for such a gorgeous woman. Even though she was utterly thrilled to be given free reign over Fanya's body she worried that she would not have the skill to properly please her. Still she intended to give it her all. She pulled back a little upon hearing Fanya's noises and the desperate need in them. She simply had to stop a moment and admire the beauty of this woman. Her hands push a little more firmly on Fanya's knees, forcing the woman to basically do the splits. Her eyes scanned for any signs of discomfort and finding none.<br/><br/>Her head dipped again to slither her tongue along those puffy, wet lips.  Then she licked down a little, chasing the wetness that had escaped her mouth before. The taste was amazing and sweet. She could do this all night and really hoped that she would be able to. Her tongue slid in as far a she could and licked around. Again and again her tongue and lips attacked Fanya's mound and soon enough the woman shook and bucked and a flood of wetness splashed onto her tongue and lips. Fanya's cry was music to her ears. She gently pushed Fanya's knees. "Stay." was all she whimpered as her hands left their grip there. One moved to brace Becca as she left her place between Fanya's legs, sliding her bare body up over that hot skin and the other dipped down to push two of those slender, agile fingers in to explore deeply than her tongue could.<br/><br/><span style="color: indigo">"Tell me what you want Miss LaRae."</span>The words held equal parts need and command. Becca wanted to give this woman everything she wanted, everything she could handle and more. She just did not know what a woman who was so obviously a sexual being would need. Still her fingers plunged in and out, making soft wet noises that further heightened Becca's arousal. Smiling down at the writhing red woman with a face still glistening with Fanya's wetness, the mechanic leaned in, her breath hot in her ear.<span style="color: indigo">"Tell me what you <i>need</i>."</span>Her words were soft and sweet and to encourage Fanya to do just that, Becca's fingers sped up, sliding against those tight inner muscles and enjoying the way Fanya squeezed around them.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>