Becca writhed against Fanya, feeling her reach climax only seconds behind her. It felt so good to have her glistening sweat-slick skin sliding against Fanya's own body. She was the perfect mix of firm and soft and that feeling only drove her pleasure higher. Beads of perspiration dripped into her eyes but the sting did not even phase her. She was well beyond caring about such minor annoyances in the throes of such passion. All that mattered was keeping her mouth sealed over Fanya's wet opening to savour the flavour coating her lashing tongue. This had been worth all the teasing and the tension. Becca felt utterly satisfied as she squirmed against Fanya, enjoying the final pulses of her powerful release.<br/><br/>Reluctantly Becca crawled off of Fanya briefly, her muscles shaking with the simple exertion of holding her up. She did not leave Fanya's warmth for long and simply crawled on top of her to that they were chest to chest and hip to hip. The lopsided grin spread across her face and she could not, nor did she want to, stop it. Her hand Stroked Fanya's hair back and she leaned in to plant a soft kiss on Fanya's lips. The kiss quickly deepened and the tastes mingling on her tongue were heavenly. Her body shivered against Fanya's and her legs shifted pressing her thigh tight to Fanya's sex. She simply stayed like that, pressed against the red woman, savouring the heat of her skin and the simple intimacy of basking in the afterglow of such mind-blowing pleasure.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>