Magda allowed herself to be guided away from servicing her young pilot. She had given herself to Emily, gladly. The momentary disappointment of being pulled away from the sweet, sticky work of worshipping at Emily's seeping cleft dissipated at the touch of her lips.
Magda loved the taste of herself on a lover's skin, and she could feel the same excitement in the way Emily's tongue touched her lips and the young lieutenant kisses nibbled at her sticky chin.
Magda pressed herself close, letting the taller woman's erect nipples caress the dark, olive skin of her own. As Emily savored the taste of her nectar off the dish of Magda's face, the captain's hands found the firm flesh of Emily's pretty ass.
Magda squeezed the pliable globes, caressing them, feeling the strength and harsh transition to steel and plastic. The seam was strength. Resolve. Terrible beauty Magda did not know if she, herself, possessed.
Magda used one hand to gently pry the delectable peach open, as the other pushed a finger back to the entrance it had so recently vacated.
Part of Magda wanted Emily to shove her onto her desk, face-first and stuff her sopping hole with three fingers, forcing her to cum.