From groping Tina’s breasts, Helena’s right hand took a stroll down to Tina’s centre of pleasure. The soapy water acted as a lubricant, aside from Tina’s nectar which was easily discernible from beneath, and it wasn’t too hard for Helena to get what she wanted. She could perform three things at the same time: one, she was torridly kissing Tina on the mouth, two, she still was working on Tina’s right breast and nipple that made both of them release grunts of pleasure, and three, she was thumbing Tina’s clitoris in a circular fashion while her index and middle fingers were massaging the outside of the hole. And if she did insert her fingers, it was shallow at first. Helena wanted Tina to feel that tickling sensation that was supposed to turn her on more. And it did, making her hips rise up in some way from under. “Oh, fuck…” moaned Tina. “I want to feel you too…”

“Shh… Just relax…” Helena hushed Tina. Why would she want to tell her that she had a throbbing clitoris for a whole new different reason – a reason that contained a bloody threesome? And it was beginning to ache even more, along with her lower abdomen, now that she felt extremely horny. Helena wanted to crawl out of her skin and enter another person’s body so they could work on each other without restraint because she was limited to giving.

Entering Tina again, Helena reached over to kiss Tina some more. Who would have thought she’d have Tina Kennard in her bathtub, all naked and willing to get it on with her? It wasn’t as if she wasn’t good enough for her but she just had no grudge against Bette that would make her act all the way around to be a snake. But yet, she was there at that moment, with lucid thinking, fucking the Tina Kennard that everyone admired, the Tina Kennard that devoted her life to a Type A Bette Porter. And while exchanging heated kisses with Tina, Helena let a smirk form in her mouth.

Helena raised Tina’s right leg up, made Tina bend her knee, and kept it against her left shoulder, allowing her a deeper entry. The muscles around Helena’s jaw tightened, thrusting into Tina faster and harder, which left Tina desiring for more as she hooked her other leg around Helena’s waist. Watching Bette’s girlfriend reacting the way she had wanted gave Helena a boost. And both girls were singing the songs that lovers do upon consummating a shared passion – a passion that was only good while it lasted.