It's the warm slide of Janet's mouth, coupled with the angle of her hand, coupled with Susan's own desperate grasping at her breasts, that brings her pleasure to a crescendo. Mouth working noiselessly against nothing at all, body tensing and coiling up like the string of her bow as she pulls it back and aims, she comes again. She twists her head, trying sloppily to catch Janet's mouth in a kiss even as the rest of her sags in the wake of it.