My Fair Lady

The two of them came at almost the same time. Odessa, though she was the one with the hentai experience, probably came just a tiny bit earlier than Liberty, and, though she was a very competitive woman by her very nature, Odessa was perfectly at peace with that. Liberty was an amazing woman, and the night that they had spent together so far was a night Odessa would not soon forget. It was different than the time she spent with her other lovers—but it was just as good.

No—in many ways, this dance of foreplay, of uncertainty and reconciliation and surprising harmony, was better.

Odessa gently, lovingly lapped at Liberty's sex, her tongue occasionally straying back and down to slide up against Liberty's ass again. She stayed in that position until Liberty flopped off of her and down onto her back. Odessa stayed still for a minute, breathing heavily, then crawled up to lay next to Liberty, wrapping her arms around her new lover and pressing her impressive chest into Liberty's, cuddling close to her.

"It was. And it's only the very beginning," Odessa would purr, running one hand along Liberty's hip. "I won't go easy on you, darling, I assure you..."