"Dammit, Janine, wake up!"
A lock of black hair emerged from the hotel room covers. She barely let out a mumble, when the blanket was torn from her warm sleepy body. "Carrie, just give me five more minutes. Please?" Still in her fetal position, Janine stretched out her legs and arms.
"C'mon, let’s get up and get the party started! It’s almost eleven. We have the art festival to go to, we have to scout for cute guys, and we're going to the club tonight. We might even get laid tonight."
Carrie threw herself onto the bed and onto Janine. She attacked her neck with kisses, grabbing her at the waist. She straddled Janine and sat up. "I'll do it if you don't get up. I swear I will."
"Mmmmm. What if I want you to?"
Carrie smiled at her. She bent down and kissed her squarely on the mouth, tongue licking at her lips, making them moist. She pulled her t-shirt up and sucked on her nipples, making them erect. Her hands smoothed over her skin, trickling them down to her panties. She whispered, "I swear, I'm gonna do it."
"You go right ahead, then. Take what you want, darling."
And so Carrie did. She put her hand inside her panties, inside a warm and wet spot. She fingered the clitoris back and forth, while still suckling her nipples. Janine's breath became faster and hoarser. The spot just getting more and more wet. Finally, Carrie pulled down the panties, kissing her. Sucking her, licking her, until she came in her mouth.
"Mmmm. That's my girl. Now, what do you say we get ready for the day?"
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