<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/O3UP9eE.jpg)</div><br/>Oh, how Ellie loved pulling those sounds out of her friends. First, Britney, now Crystal, moans and dirty words all merging together as she sought out places that would drive her friend further, make her call out more and more, make her press herself into Ellie so hard that the lizard could think of little else. Except... except Britney, who was behind her now, surely watching as she shook her ass back and forth in anticipation. And in invitation. She was called a good girl. Words of praise for giving herself over to the pleasure. Warm fingers on her cool skin made her gasp into Crystal and feeling the toy she had worn before, still wet with Britney's juices, pressing against her own wetness. Everything seemed to feel good now. The feeling of anticipation, the way Britney's slap tingled in the most delicious way and, most of all, the way the strap-on forced itself inside of her, this end feeling even bigger and much, much better. She moaned freely when Britney asked her to, wondering how she had managed to hold back so far. She would have replied more, too, but she was reminded of something better she was supposed to do with her mouth and resumed licking Crystal, though, perhaps, more distractedly. Was this what Britney wanted? Was this being a good girl? Because if it was, she was happy to be a good girl any time either of them wanted.