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Date: 4/12/2017, Categories: First Time, Lesbian Sex, Taboo, Author: drew1207, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

skin. Mitchell always joked that my big blue eyes made me look like a Cosplay girl. I had a fit body like Lara, but I was more full-figured than her. I had a tiny waist, but my ass was big for my frame and my breasts were a full C. “Cheers!” Tori said as she clinked her glass with mine. “Wanna sit?” We walked toward the couch – the couch where she had kissed me. Sitting down I bit my lower lip – a nervous habit. “I’m married,” I blurted out, a lot louder than I meant to. “I know.” Tori smiled. “I don’t want a girlfriend. I’m not a lesbian. But, but you intrigue me.” “I get it.” Tori was so blunt. That was one thing I appreciated about her – no bullshit. “You just want to have sex, right? No strings attached?” “Right.” I was worried she would be offended – that she’d fallen for me and I’d have to turn her down. I realized now how stupidly self-centered that really was for me to think that way. I never really thought about how it might just be about the sex for her, too. “Look, Emma, I’m not a lesbian either. I don’t want a relationship with you. I just sometimes like to play with women. You’re gorgeous, and I would love to have sex with you. But I don’t want you to feel pressure to do anything you don’t want to do.” I felt relieved. No strings attached sex. I could do that. I wanted to do that. I still felt kind of guilty – like I was cheating on Mitchell. But I knew he was okay with it – more than okay with it. I wanted this. I wanted her. It was gonna happen. “Okay.” My ... eyes flitted down toward her breasts again - her hard nipples still poking through her tank top. Tori smiled. Licking her lips, she leaned in toward me and kissed me softly. Pulling back, she grabbed my wine glass and set my and her glass down on the coffee table. She then gently cupped the back of my head and pulled me toward her. We started kissing. Hungry kisses. I moaned. It felt really, really good. Pressing me back into the couch so I was laying down, Tori straddled me, her tongue fucking my mouth. I felt her hand slide down between my legs. She unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. Knowing what was going to happen, I’d put on my sexiest pair of clean underwear. Purple lace. My favorite color. “You’re wet!” Tori smiled proudly as she began to rub my clit over top of my underwear. “Ya...” I felt my face flush. “You okay?” she asked. “Do you want to stop?” “No!” I said more f***efully than I probably needed to. “I want to keep going.” “Okay.” And with that she grabbed my jeans and underwear and slid them down my legs. Then, grabbing the bottom of her tank top, Tori pulled it over her head and exposed her small, firm breasts. Taking her lead, I sat up and slid out of my t-shirt and bra as she pulled her yoga pants down and stepped out of them. I was sitting on the couch. Naked. She was standing in front of me. Naked. She got back on top of me so that she was straddling me as I stayed sitting. She started kissing me again and reached her hand down toward my vagina. I moaned as she ...