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swirled her fingers around Deborah's throbbing pussy.
    Deborah could barely lift her gaze as Gen held up her hand covered in her juices. Gen swallowed a dripping finger and sucked. When Gen set her palm over her mouth, Deborah licked away her own fluid, the salty, tangy fluid somewhat unpleasant to her taste buds.
    And as Genevieve, Deborah's loving wife and the best sexual partner she ever had watched in near rapture over her action, she knew there was much more to come that would leave her a quivering and raw mess by tomorrow morning.

Chapter Two
    “What if Gilberto hears us?” Deborah moaned low as Gen lapped over the naked breast she'd taken out of her top. Deborah held back a snicker, still tipsy from the champagne she drank at the after party. So what if Gilberto their driver could hear them? He'd heard enough coming from this car, and from them, for the past five years not to be surprised anymore.
    “I pay the Mexican enough money for him to keep silent and not judge,” Gen replied in a lusty snarl and pulled on Deborah's breast with her teeth.
    Deborah grimaced. She hated when Gen was vocal about her bigoted thoughts on other races. One too many times she said things about her employees that really didn't sit well with Deborah.
    “God, I love how your nipples are always stiff for me.” Gen bit down around her areola, hard enough to make Deborah dig her fingers into Gen's ass in pain, not pleasure.
    “Go deeper, love,” Gen commanded and lifted up her ass. Deborah hated doing it, but since Gen loved when she diddled her rosette, she couldn't deny her. Gen always came faster when she finger-fucked her ass. And the way she was riding her finger now gave her a good indication Gen would come soon.
    Gen didn't disappoint, and as she clenched down on Deborah's finger, she rose up and gave her more bruising kisses against her mouth.
    “You're in a mood tonight,” Deborah said around her wife's mouth as she removed her finger, wishing she had a baby wipe.
    “Yes!” Gen went lax across Deborah for a moment, her body twitching. When she'd recovered from her climax, her lips swallowed Deborah's nipple, much like a nursing baby. Deborah had never experienced such a thing, but could only imagine it felt like this.
    “You were amazing, like always. I love you so very much, my darling love,” Gen kissed her swiftly on the mouth and sat up, brushing away the damp strands of hair sticking to Deborah's face.
    “And I love you as well, my beautiful wife,” Deborah replied back, giving Gen a kiss in return. Exhaustion filtered through her body as she covered her yawn with the back of her hand.
    “No yawning. We have a full night ahead for us.” Gen opened her black clutch and handed Deborah a baby wipe.
    Deborah wiped her hands as Gen inspected her face in the compact she held up.
    “You would beat me if I fell asleep on you.” Deborah joked lightly, resting her head on Gen's shoulder, when Gen's hand shot out and squeezed her chin in a tight grip.
    “Do not. Even joke about that,” Gen said, her body strung tight as her hand shook.
    Deborah swiftly nodded and lifted her own shaking hand up to Gen's forehead to remove the damp hair lying there. “I'm only playing,” she said as clearly as she could with Gen's hand digging into her chin.
    Gen finally released her and shook her head in disgust. “I hate when you use slang like some teen gangbanger from the streets. Correct yourself.”
    Deborah tilted her chin down, wanting to rub her burning skin there, but instead clenched her one fist by her side. “I apologize. I didn't mean to sound so crass. Can you forgive me?”
    “Of course, dearling. Haven't I always forgiven you for your silly mistakes?” Gen asked and curved her arm around Deborah's shoulder, brushing her nose over her cheek.
    Sitting there as motionless as she could, Deborah tried to relax so Gen wouldn't notice how edgy she was. She'd expected more than a verbal lashing and was surprised by the