Vi moved back up toward Brenda and me, her eyes bright and cheeks red. She smiled at us. She wiped her chin of Brenda's juices, a move I'd seen so many times today, but did not turn me on any less every time she did it.

"Your mistress is exhausted, sluts." Brenda said, a grin spreading across her face. "You've earned the privilege of snuggling with me until I say we get up, so don't make any mistakes."

"Of course, mistress." Vi said, her face full of excitement as she crawled up to Brenda and snuggled close to her, looking up at me with a massive smile.

Brenda let a contented sigh roll over her body. "God…girls…that was intense." She said.

I moved to Brenda's other side. "That was…amazing…" I said. "Vi, you're incredible, I can't believe the things you're capable of."

"Are we…out of the scene, or still…?" Vi said, a quizzical look on her face.

"We're just Wendy and Brenda now…right, babe?" I poked my wife in the ribs, noticing she was almost asleep already.

"Mmmhmm…" Brenda said, smiling with her eyes closed, basking in the pleasure.

“You still seem pretty turned on, Wendy…” Vi said, reading me like a book. “Want me to finish you off before we take a break?”

“I mean…how can I say no to that?” I said, laying back on the bed. Brenda laughed and smiled at me sweetly, knowing that I had an almost infinite endurance for orgasms, so if a woman wanted to give me one, I would take it.

Vi licked my pussy, and even though I was still recovering from being so stretched out, within seconds I had forgotten that entirely.

“I just love how you taste…” Vi said, working her fingers into me, worshiping my vulva. Vi leaned down and spit on her fingers as she pushed them into me, and something about her being so messy about the whole thing made me come then and there, even if I wanted to prolong things.

“Fuck…oh god, Vi…that didn’t take long…” I said, wincing, my body flooding with pleasure as I came yet again. I felt my skin against Brenda’s and saw Vi not letting up as I came hard, squirting again somehow, a dribble trailing down Vi’s hand and wrist.

Vi pulled back after I relaxed. She licked her hand, her pink tongue darting between her fingers, cleaning my wetness from them. She was really something else.

“Alright, how about that break?” Vi said, laughing.

“Please…” I said, rolling over in bed and holding Brenda.

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