Pansy’s face was hidden by Daphne’s thighs, but that was more than made up for by the sight of Daphne’s pleasure. Millicent stroked herself as she watched Daphne’s lips part, panting cries beginning to escape her. Daphne touched her own breasts and Millicent followed suit.

Daphne reached down and pulled at Pansy’s hair. Millicent could just glimpse her fingers tight in Pansy’s dark locks, tugging painfully as she held her in place. Pansy’s muffled sounds of pleasure seemed to reverberate nicely; Daphne threw her head back, golden tresses trailing down her arching back. Pansy’s breasts heaved breathlessly. Millicent thrummed a finger against her clit, biting her other hand as she tried to keep silent. She was hot and slick against her own hands; she could feel herself sweating. Daphne’s cries were getting louder, her face creasing, almost pained.

Daphne’s body clenched as she let out a long cry; Millicent moaned softly as she watched Daphne tense and shudder, muscles juddering as pleasure wracked her. Millicent’s own cunt was aching but she wasn’t there yet. Still, it was shudderingly good, watching Daphne push back her sweaty hair and shift back. She moved to straddle Pansy’s hips instead. Pansy sat up and wrapped her arms round her to kiss her.

Daphne smiled, making sweet sounds as she kissed her girlfriend, and used her grip on Pansy’s hair to manoeuvre her precisely as she liked.

Millicent was sweating, pleasure rushing through her. Pansy flopped back down, and Daphne followed, kissing her relentlessly. She moved one hand between Pansy’s legs, and Pansy’s thighs came up in reaction. She squirmed under Daphne, moans soft but fervent. Millicent couldn’t really see what was happening; she shifted a little, but then had to be comment with watching Daphne take Pansy methodically apart with hands and mouth.

Pansy always made the best noises when Daphne bit her neck.

Millicent lost Pansy’s orgasm in her own. When she opened her eyes again, Pansy was a rosy-cheeked puddle of exhaustion, naked and spent on the sheets. Daphne was arranging herself around her, drawing the duvet over them both.

She looked up, and for a breath-stealing instant met Millicent’s eyes.

Then she was curling round Pansy, and Millicent was left with only the aftereffects of panic and pleasure. And she knew exactly which one to focus on.

Maybe she'd have a word with Daphne in the morning. Pansy was a wriggler, and surely she could use an extra firm hand...