Sixty-nine or a Daisy chain

So I was torn between enjoying Elliott's picture or continuing Vala and Greta. Well my ladies won out. I left 'em outside next to Simon's homemade pond. Naked. Because when the nearest neighbor is at least half a mile away. But then life happened and I didn't manage to finish nor post the little I had done before Kayla got a new inspiration picture up for us; it certainly didn't lead me away from this brewing scene, which had only 143 words when I got it typed up so I could continue writing for 9/18th's Masturbation Monday. Hm, not sure where this is going, but I came to a spot again that seemed right to stop for now :D .

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"Why should we take turns in our receptive pleasures?" Vala grinned. "If we are an interconnected web, shouldn't we 69?"

Greta snorted.

Vala crawled away from Greta only to plop onto her butt beside Greta's hip. She leaned over to kiss the beautiful olive-colored thigh. Grasping the far hip, she pulled Greta onto her side.

Whimpering as Vala's mouth captured her labia, Greta slid her hand down Vala's hip as she completed the connection. "Mm..."

Vala thrust her tongue into Greta's cunt, stopping the attempt at words. The warmth of the sun and Greta's touch caressed her skin. She kissed and licked the soft, hairless beauty in front of her. Without her lips entirely leaving Greta's skin, she lifted her voice to say, "Let's not hurry our pleasures, nor do I expect you to beg." She enjoyed Greta's smile pressed against her mound. She relaxed into the moments of giving and receiving. Stretching her legs, she felt someone join them on the blanket.

"Will it mess up your 69-ing if I join?" Iona asked from above the women.

"We could make a daisy chain," The Queen suggested as he knelt beside Vala's head. "Even if porn calls for all women."

With a groan, Vala lifted her head from Greta to look at The Queen."Uh, my Queen?"

"Do you mind, little love?" He traced his index finger down the bridge of her nose.

She blinked her eyes as she processed his words, the request of his tone of voice. She met his searching kiss. Her hands left the ground to bury in his hair, cupping the back of his head. Crawling awkwardly, she moved forward off Greta. Heart beat and breathing quickened as her face slipped down his body to his hard cock.

"My presence does not change this to a begging time," The Queen decreed before his body in a way that Vala suspected he'd connected with either Greta or Iona. His moans trickled down to Vala.

Swallowing with his cock pushing farther into her mouth, Vala basked in the increased sensation of soft lips once again finding her clit. She grasped his ass with one hand as her other hand pressed against her thigh. Bursting with sensation, she trembled between him and whoever it was fucking her cunt with their tongue. She sucked in whatever pre-cum he was already giving her. Iona's small hand clasped her hip, encouraging her shuddering.

A sudden, warm rain started to fall.

Vala angled her face to keep sucking The Queen without rain falling into her nose. She wiggled her tongue against the underside of his cock.