“You don’t like the way I go down on you? Fine then. You show me how you like it!” Illyana said with frosty Russian disdain.
Kitty was about to tell her that wasn’t what she meant when a portal opened in front of her face. Through it, a sweet little apple of an ass. Cinnamon hint of a tan. And above the right cheek, the little tattoo of kitten whiskers that Rachel had talked her into getting.
Kitty reached down and saw her own hand appear through the portal. “Uh, Yana…”
“Go on! You think it’s such a privilege to eat your ass? Have fun!”
And Illyana shoved her headfirst through the portal. Kitty had a glimpse of her upper body above before she collided with her own glutes, a human pretzel, like a woman who could eat her own pussy only it was Illyana responsible for allowing her this masturbation. And when Illyana got like this, she expected Kitty to play along.
Kitty stuck her tongue out, between her own legs, and swiped at the swollen pussy lips below. Dipping in to taste herself, not on Illyana’s lips, but directly from the source. And she was thrilled to feel that tongue, her own tongue, licking at her stiffened clit, her bubbling sex, even… she had to try it… her own asshole. She squealed into it as she penetrated herself, feeling the delight of pleasuring another woman coupled with the deliciousness of being satisfied. It really was such a dirty, illicit whim to indulge.
“Make it nice and wet, Pryde,” Illyana told her. “Now we both can fuck it.”