Drowning in her Cunt

August 7

Cece had them both bound tighter this time.
Mark knelt at her feet, wrists cuffed behind his back and clipped to a short chain so he couldn't rise. Elise was between her thighs, arms locked to a spreader bar that ***d her chest forward and her mouth to the perfect height. The collar sat snug around her throat, the ring already tight in Cece's fingers.
Cece spread her thighs. Her tiny, perfect pussy was already shiny, the soft pink folds slightly parted, clit swollen and flushed.
She yanked the collar hard.
Elise's face was ***d straight into her cunt. The girl's tongue dragged slowly through the tight slit first-flat and thorough-scooping up the thick slick that had already gathered. Then she sealed her lips around the swollen clit and sucked, wet and deep, cheeks hollowing as she pulled. Spit flooded out around her mouth almost immediately.
Every time she shifted even slightly, long shiny strands of saliva and cunt juice stretched between her lips and Cece's pink folds before breaking and dripping down her chin onto the collar.
Cece held her there and brought her other hand down in a sharp slap across Elise's ass.
Elise cried out against her clit but only sucked harder, tongue fluttering in tight, messy circles over the sensitive bud.
"Mark. Lower. Tongue inside me."
He leaned in as far as the chain allowed. His broader tongue licked from the bottom of Cece's dripping entrance upward, then pushed inside the tiny hole in slow, deep strokes. He fucked her with it-wet, deliberate, curling against her walls while Elise stayed locked on her clit above him. Their tongues occasionally brushed. The combined wetness poured out of Cece in sticky trails that coated both their faces.
Cece controlled Elise completely with the collar. She pulled her up so only the tip of her tongue could flick and tease the clit, then shoved her down hard so her whole mouth was sealed over it, nose pressed into soft skin, forcing her to suck with no room to breathe properly. Elise took every movement with broken, addicted moans, wrists straining against the spreader bar. She licked in long, sloppy strokes when allowed, then sucked in short, greedy pulses, spit running freely down her chin and throat.
The sounds were filthy and constant-wet suction, soft gagging when Cece held her too tight, the deeper schlick of Mark's tongue working inside her. Cece's perfect little pussy dripped steadily onto their mouths, clear fluid mixing with their spit until both of them were shiny and dripping.

She kept them there, slapping Elise's ass whenever her tongue slowed, yanking the collar to redirect her mouth, making them eat her in a messy, overlapping rhythm until her thighs trembled.
"Make me come," she ordered. "And don't stop after."
Mark pushed his tongue deeper, fucking her tiny hole in firm strokes. Elise sucked her clit with open-mouthed hunger, tongue lashing underneath her lips, spit pouring. Cece yanked the collar tight when she climaxed, forcing Elise's mouth to stay sealed over her as she pulsed and spilled a fresh gush of slick over both their tongues.
She didn't release them.
Still gripping the ring, Cece held Elise's face against her sensitive cunt and made her keep licking through the mess-slow, thorough strokes through the folds, tongue dipping into the dripping hole, then returning to suck the overstimulated clit-while Mark stayed underneath, both of them bound, marked, and entirely focused on her.