The crescendo of cries, cries of desperate pleasure, rose and rose again. Tongues plunged and flickered, lips suckled and savored as all three women were close to orgasming. Marin was the first, and with Keya's face buried in her pussy she gushed forth, her creamy pussy releasing upon Keya. Marin's juice coated Keya with a wet glaze and dripped down her chin. Keya wallowed in the wet mess that was Marin's pussy, savoring the girl and all the delicious wetness.<br/><br/>Adeni's tongue continue to flicker against Keya's unfurled pink lips and swollen clitoris. Her friend's ministrations drew out from Keya a series of small fluttering orgasms, each following closely on the heels of the one before. With each twinge of intense pleasure Keya bucked upward against the delving tongue. Keya was a sopping wet mess, and on the precipice of her second orgasm that a grazing finger or determined tongue might set off at any moment.<br/><br/>Keya played her hands over Marin's pristine little ass, planting kisses and licking the girl's taste from her own lips. The vestiges of Marin's orgasm dripped down to pool in the cleavage of Keya's breasts.