Their eyes locked again in silence as Faux’s tongue, now in plain sight, dove into that shallow false opening, wriggling in a most stimulating way. Her expression said something important, something Cracky failed to recognize at first, something that couldn’t quite be put into words. Then her eyes turned down again, tongue withdrew, and she reached up to pin both of her ginger lover’s wrists against the bed above her head.
Cracky watched, curious, then downright confused, as her roommate spat out a small glob of something gooey and pale blue that oozed down from the end of her tongue ever so slowly to land right in Cracky’s navel.
A sharp heat at first followed by pain, drilling into her belly, and then something exploded inside her and every nerve in the knotted remnant of what had once been an umbilical came to life and started pulsing euphoria directly into her brain so hard that she almost passed out. The sensation flooded her mind with endorphins until the whole world was spinning around her before gradually dying away, leaving her twitching spasmodically from the aftershock.
The intrusion of that probing tongue brought back the overpowering wave of pleasure as it teased and wormed its way into her navel, deeper than it should have surely, penetrating a hole that was not there.
When Faux sharply sat up, releasing her lover’s wrists and rising up fully to her knees bestride the ginger, weird became very much insufficient to describe the situation. Cracky watched with rapt attention as the blue-haired girl, panting softly and thoroughly red faced, slid one hand down her own toned, slender abdomen. Those delicate, talented fingers spread apart the pale outer petals of her sex, displaying soaking pinkish-red flesh within. At the very apex of her labia, where the inner folds curved to form a small hood that Cracky recognized at once, something was happening.