Sherrie had found Fi's lips with little trouble as Baily continued her work, exploring every patch of slick mouth she could.  As Sherrie broke the kiss, her attention turned to see the small purple shape disappear from sight behind Sherrie's trembling mound, feeling the blonde's hands grasp her thighs to brace herself.  She caught Bailey's pleased glance, and returned it with a smirk; she knew who was next.  Fi flexed a leg from underneath Sherrie's squirming form to gently nudge Bailey in closer, hoping to share the sensation of Sherrie's climax against her skin too.<br/><br/>Watching, hearing, feeling Sherrie's anticipation grow to meltdown in her lap, she accepted her offered hand, clasping it gently before bringing it to her mouth to gently suckle on her quivering fingers, drinking in Sherrie's orgasmic gibberish.  Her other hand wove around Sherrie's waist, cupping one of her pert breasts, bud gently kneaded between Fi's own digits.  If Sherrie was to come like a bomb, Fi figured, then she was going to up the yield.<br/><br/>"Come on," she breathed into Sherrie's ear, gently nipping on it, "Let it go..."