1. What Katie did on the Balcony. By katie_tt


    Date: 8/22/2017, Categories: Lesbian Sex, Mature, Voyeur, Author: Katie_tt, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    and she has become me. It is the moment which lasts forever. We lie quietly, still embracing, fingers still inside each other, our vaginas relaxing, our breathing becoming slower as we drift into a languid after-glow. In the absence of passion, our positions become uncomfortable. Slowly, reluctantly, we remove our fingers, both gasping at the final moment of withdrawal. We lie on our backs, holding hands. “I knew”, she says softly, “as soon as I saw you.” I don’t say anything. I don’t want to tell her that I thought she was an avenging wife or mistress, that I almost refused to let her in. I didn’t want to tell her a lie. Eventually I tell her something which was true. “When I opened the door,” I say, “I had no idea what you wanted, but I wanted to hug you and kiss you. And then - I was so afraid that you would not like that.” She sits up and looks at me with those big dark eyes, a serious, almost sad expression on her elfin face. “Katie,” she says. “Will this happen again?” I draw her down to me and kiss her lips. “Oh yes,” I say, my mouth still on hers. It must, and it will. And soon.” She sits up again. Ï should go back”, she says. “Colin will be getting paranoid. I told him I just wanted to say hello to you.” “Such a wonderful hello”, I say. I look at her face and see concern and - something else. A hunger. I feel my pulse quicken. There is something I must do. I take her by the hips and raise her. She is relaxed; she lets me do as I want. I make her kneel, straddling me ...
    as I lie on my back. I move her pelvis towards my face and now that enticing patch is over my face and I can see her lower lips. I bring them to my mouth. I kiss them, lick them, loving that strange salty sweet musky flavour of a woman’s passion. I devour her cunt. She presses down hard, grinding her core against my mouth. I feel her hand, reaching back, finding my own womanhood. I know I am not going to cum again; it is her orgasm I want, her climax on my mouth. Is it my dominant side taking over? Am I wanting to give her the final pleasure so that she leaves feeling that she has to return to me? No. I just didn’t want her to leave with that hunger in her eyes. I was replete from our love making, she was not. She is younger, she has a greater well of physical passion than me. My understanding of her needs is correct, for she climaxes quickly, but this time it lasts longer for her. I rejoice at the way her clitoris swells under my tongue. I feel joyful at the sounds she makes when I slide a finger into her moist canal. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” she cries out with every convulsive movement. I think she is having multiple orgasms, not just one big one. It excites me but I don’t need to climax. Her orgasms are enough for both of us. I am so happy. She is happy too. She is laughing. “Oh, Katie,” she says, bending down to kiss my face which is covered by her secretions. “Katie, Katie, Katie. I have never felt so good.” “Nor have I”, I say and I think it is true. I have had many great orgasms, ...
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