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Mia strolled into Kimmy’s apartment and upon hearing the moans from the futon, removed her heels and tiptoed toward the oblivious couple. Kimmy notices Mia’s quiet approach and winks her at lover then waggles her tongue invitingly as she lays back on the mattress. Mia surveys the delicious scene and slowly hikes up her leather mini before silently straddling Kimmy’s face. Lena’s hands tremble on Kimmy’s thighs as she pushes the second BenWa ball back into Kimmy’s slick entrance. Her thighs clench around Lena’s face while her moan is muffled by the weight of Mia’s bare pussy grinding down onto her mouth.

"Someone’s been busy," Mia purrs, her fingers trailing through Lena’s disheveled red spikes. The leather of her skirt creaks as she settles fully onto Kimmy’s face, her stockinged knees framing Lena’s startled expression. Beneath them both, Kimmy hums approval, her tongue working lazy circles against Mia’s clit. The *tink-tink* of the BenWa balls starts up again, louder now with Kimmy’s hips bucking beneath Lena’s trapped hands.

Mia’s manicured fingers twisted into Lena’s hair, tugging her head back with a sharp *click* of her tongue. “Don’t stop on my account,” she murmured, rolling her hips against Kimmy’s mouth with slow, deliberate precision. The scent of her arousal—musky and sweet with a hint of leather—mingled with Kimmy’s vanilla slickness in the air. Lena’s breath hitched as Mia’s thumb brushed her upper lip, smearing a glistening streak of Kimmy’s wetness across it.

The *tink-tink* of the BenWa balls grew frantic beneath Lena’s palms as Kimmy’s thighs trembled, her muffled moans vibrating against Mia’s bare cunt. Lena watched, transfixed, as Mia’s leather skirt rode up to revealing a shaved mound emblazoned with a pair of red interlocking tattooed hearts. “She’s close,” Mia observed, her voice rough at the edges. “Feel how tight she’s clenching around those little toys?” Her fingers tightened in Lena’s hair, guiding her back down to where Kimmy’s hips jerked in erratic circles. “Eat her like your life depends on it. And remember, Extra Foamy!”

Lena’s tongue dragged flat against Kimmy’s swollen clit just as Mia’s fingers twisted tighter in her hair—the dual sensation drawing a muffled scream from Kimmy that vibrated against Mia’s thighs. The BenWa balls *clinked* wildly inside Kimmy, their metallic chatter drowned out only by Mia’s sharp gasp as she ground down harder. "Fuck, she’s *squeezing* them," Lena breathed against Kimmy’s trembling flesh, her lips brushing the slick metal just visible inside Kimmy’s fluttering entrance.

Mia’s laugh was breathless, her hips rolling in slow, filthy circles against Kimmy’s mouth. "Grandma’s girl’s got stamina," she purred, one hand sliding down to hold Lena’s mouth directly onto the swollen button and forcing her to watch as Kimmy’s cunt visibly clenched around the balls.

The scent of leather and arousal thickened the air as Mia's fingers dug into Lena's scalp, holding her in place while Kimmy bucked beneath them. A sharp *clink* echoed—the BenWa balls colliding inside Kimmy's pulsing heat—as Lena's tongue lashed against her clit in frantic, wet strokes. Kimmy's thighs trembled violently, her high-pitched moans muffled by Mia's grinding pussy.

Mia arched her back with a gasp, her free hand sliding down to pinch Lena's earlobe between painted nails. "Faster," she commanded, voice rough as gravel. Lena obeyed, her jaw aching as she sucked Kimmy's clit between her lips just as Mia rocked forward—forcing Kimmy's nose deeper against her own slick folds. The dual stimulation drew a garbled scream from Kimmy, her hips lifting off the futon in a desperate arch.

Lena’s focused attention pushed Kimmy over the cliff’s edge. Her pussy erupted and sprayed Lena’s face. The sight caused Mia to start her own orgasm and Kimmy drank deeply even as she continued to spasm on Lena’s tongue. The BenWa balls clanked wildly as Kimmy’s muscles contracted violently.

Kimmy gasped for air when Mia lifted off her face. “Fuck… yes…” she moaned, twitching as Lena gently eased the BenWa balls free with her fingers. The silver spheres glistened in the afternoon light, slick with Kimmy’s release. Mia plucked them from Lena’s trembling hand with a smirk. “Tsk tsk,” she purred, rolling them between her fingers. “Grandma’s gifts shouldn’t be wasted.”

As Kimmy recovered, Mia took charge. “So Lena, how nice to meet to officially. I see you have become intimately acquainted with my friend Kimmy. Whata say we take a break and have a drink? Is that Sangria?
Can you get me some and refill Kimmy’s froggy glass too.”

Mia dug through her purse and pulled out a silver tube and her Hello Kitty lighter. She popped open the vessel and dropped a perfectly rolled joint into her hand just as Lena returned with a Wonder Woman glass and a pitcher of fruity wine. Mia mouthed the joint and lit it as her new friend filled the glasses.

Kimmy finally rose and greedily drank the wine then reached for the spliff. The joint got passed to Lena and Mia, who took a massive drag and leaned into Kimmy and kissed her while emptying her lungs. Lena laughed as she drank half her glass.

As Lena took a long pull on the joint, Mia said flatly “Since Kimmy & I have enjoyed ourselves, it’s only fair that we return the favor. But first, Red you have waaay too many clothes on - strip so i can eat you properly!”

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Lena’s tongue traced the soaked lips at the entrance to Kimmy’s snatch. The taste—musky sweetness with a hint of salt—made her moan against Kimmy’s thigh. Above her, Kimmy’s fingers tightened in her hair, tugging just hard enough to make Lena’s scalp tingle. “You talk a good game but do you give as good as you get?” Lena muttered.

The *clink* of the BenWa balls shifting inside Kimmy was louder now, unmistakable. Lena’s breath hitched as she caught sight of them—just the barest glint of metal visible where Kimmy’s body glistened, stretched tight around the twin spheres. “Fuck,” Lena whispered, her voice cracking. She’d imagined this moment a dozen ways since that first Thursday, but nothing compared to the reality of Kimmy spread out beneath her, thighs trembling, the scent of her arousal thick in the air.

Kimmy’s thighs tensed around Lena’s head as she leaned in, her tongue pressing flat against the slick heat between them. The first taste was electric—sharp and sweet like stolen champagne. The BenWa balls *clinked* softly as Kimmy’s hips arched off the futon, her moan pitching higher when Lena’s tongue found the delicate ridge of her clit.

“*Fuck*—right there—” Kimmy gasped, her fingers twisting in Lena’s hair hard enough to sting. The balls inside her shifted with a wet *click*, and Lena moaned against her, the vibration drawing a ragged cry from Kimmy’s throat. Lena could feel them moving—rolling against each other deep inside Kimmy’s cunt with every twitch of her muscles—and the thought made her dizzy.

“What are they? You’ve got me so crazied right now” Lena stuttered as she traced her fingers up Kimmy’s inner thigh, feeling the muscles twitch beneath her touch. Kimmy’s laugh was breathless, ragged at the edges. “Grandma’s present,” she panted, rolling her hips against Lena’s mouth. “BenWa balls. Keeps things—ah!—interesting.”

Lena pulled back just enough to watch the way Kimmy’s body clenched around the spheres, her wetness glistening in the afternoon light. The *clink-clink* was hypnotic—each tiny sound sending fresh heat pooling low in Lena’s belly. She dragged the flat of her tongue up Kimmy’s slit, slow and deliberate, reveling in the way Kimmy’s thighs trembled.

“You wanna see one? Open your mouth, sweetie & I’ll feed you!” Kimmy huffed between ragged breaths, fingers twisting in the sheets as she arched her back—her entire body tensing like a stressed cat. Lena barely had time to register the words before Kimmy’s muscles clenched visibly, one silver sphere slid to her swollen lips. Then Lena extended her tongue and the silver ball *popped* free into her waiting mouth. It was warm and slick coated with Kimmy’s aromatic fluids. The remaining ball *tinked* hollowly inside Kimmy’s quivering cunt, a lonely counterpart rolling against tender walls.

Lena’s pulse hammered against her ribs as she rolled the glistening orb around her gullet, Kimmy’s musk thick on her tongue. The metal tasted of salt and something indefinably *Kimmy*—a flavor Lena knew she’d crave at 3 AM for weeks. “Suck it clean then push it back in with your tongue- no hands” Kimmy gasped, her hips lifting off the futon in desperate little circles, chasing friction against nothing.

The silver sphere rolled between Lena’s teeth with a quiet *clink*, its smooth surface catching the light as she sucked it clean. Kimmy’s thighs quivered beside her ears, the scent of her arousal thick enough to taste. Lena’s tongue curled around the ball—warm, heavy—before letting it slide back out onto her lower lip with a wet *click*.

"Watch," Lena murmured, her breath ghosting over Kimmy’s glistening folds. She let the BenWa ball balance precariously on the tip of her tongue, its weight deliciously solid, before dipping her head down. Kimmy’s gasp was sharp as Lena’s tongue pressed the ball against her entrance, the metal sphere nudging insistently at her swollen lips.

The ball *tinked* against Lena’s teeth as she pressed forward, her tongue working in slow, wet circles to guide it back inside. Kimmy’s thighs clamped around her ears, a high whine catching in her throat as the cool metal slid past her entrance—only to be met by the remaining sphere still rolling inside her. The twin *clinks* echoed obscenely through the apartment, mingling with Kimmy’s ragged breathing.

“*Fuck*—they’re *touching*—” Kimmy gasped, her back arching off the futon. Lena watched, transfixed, as Kimmy’s cunt fluttered around the intrusion, her muscles visibly clenching as the balls rolled against each other. A fresh rush of wetness spilled over Lena’s chin, dripping onto the rumpled miniskirt still tangled around Kimmy’s hips.

“God, that is so fuckin hot. You ready to try two?” Kimmy murmured expectantly, her fingers tightening in Lena’s hair as she arched her hips higher. Lena’s breath hitched—she could feel the remaining sphere rolling inside Kimmy with every twitch, the wet *tink* of metal against muscle making her own thighs press together.

Lena’s tongue teased against Kimmy’s entrance, tracing slow circles around the glistening metal just visible inside her. As Kimmy clenched her tight box, the first ball slowly rolled out and into Lena’s waiting mouth. The taste—salty-sweet with an electric tang—flooded her senses as she pushed deeper, chasing the elusive second ball with the tip of her tongue. Kimmy’s moan pitched higher when Lena’s nose brushed her clit, her thighs trembling violently. “Fuck—*yes*—just like that—”

Kimmy’s breath hitched sharply as Lena’s tongue pressed deeper—hot and insistent—probing for the remaining BenWa ball. The *tink-tink* grew erratic, the sphere sliding downward with every twitch of her muscles. Lena’s fingers dug into Kimmy’s thighs, anchoring herself as she worked her tongue in slow, wet circles, the tip just brushing the cool metal with each pass.

"Almost—ah—*there*," Kimmy gasped, her hips lifting off the futon in a desperate arch. The second sphere rolled tantalizingly against Lena’s tongue, slick with Kimmy’s juices, and with a breathless groan, Lena hooked the tip of her tongue around it. The ball *clicked* against her teeth as she drew it out slowly, Kimmy’s body clenching around the emptiness with a shudder.

“Oh God- you are sooo good with your tongue. Ooo now force them back in. Remember I like extra foam!” Kimmy moaned with a hungry smile. As Lena sucked all of Kimmy slippery emissions off the balls and leaned in to reinsert them in her pussy, a key quietly slipped into the lock and the front door opened. Kimmy clamped down on Lena’s head as the girl worked to push the orbs back into her slot.

To Be Continued?