...far from over, for a still naked Sam stood above Carly's body. "Alright, Carly." Sam said with a slightly commanding tone. "That feel good? Because I want you to do the same to me." Sam squatted down to sit on Carly's face, the darker haired girl opening her mouth in anticipation.
And like that, Carly's breathing was cut off, just like Sam's before her. Not that she minded, for Carly was in love with every smell and every taste that she could sense. She licked, at Sam's opening while thrusting her face up to stroke Sam's clitoris with her nose. Carly's sucking sounds filled the studio, drowned out by Sam's passionate moaning. When Sam got closer to orgasm, she started shaking her hips, giving Carly quick opportunities to breathe when Sam rocked away from her nose.
It was at about that time that iCarly's viewers numbered double what they had achieved in any previous webcast, though Carly had long forgotten she was doing a web show. Sam bent over, her pussy still blocking Carly's nose, and her clit now in Carly's lips, to put her asshole higher up. Using her left arm to support her shifted weight, Sam used her free arm to grab Carly's wrist and bring it to her ass. "Carly. Your fingers . . ." Sam trailed off as a wave of pleasure took hold of her, but Carly knew what to do. Finding Sam's perfect asshole, Carly stuck one . . . two . . . three fingers in, not forgetting to keep sucking and licking at Sam's clit. Sam yelped a quick high pitched sound that was un...