1. Cider With Rosie - Part 2


    Date: 10/15/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: sylvie34100, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    I reached the flat around 3, threw off my coat and made a light snack, washed down with yet more coffee. I sat down at the computer desk nibbling away at the toastie as I scanned my mails, deleting the usual sales pitches and phooey money-making schemes, before replying to a couple that needed actioning. I checked the clock figuring she's not be home for a while so flicked on my normal porn resource and skimmed through until I found something that appealed, clipped in the cable that linked to the TV in the lounge and wandered into the bedroom. I slithered out of the figure hugging trouser-suit, hung it up in its place, skimmed off the nix and, wrapping a light sarong around my still trim waist headed for the comfort of the sofa. Once installed, lounging full length with one foot on the carpet, I un-paused the screen and settled back to watch one of Viv Thomas's high calibre carnal offerings that tend to build slowly and end in a hot and steamy climax of female pleasures. Lazily, easing my fingers under the folds of the light wrap, finding the juicy folds of my nether lips and leisurely teasing myself at a slow pace, whilst the images on the screen began to increase in intensity, my mind scrolling back subconsciously to a few hours previously. A large smile on my lips as I whispered to fresh air, "I got to you baby girl, I really got to you." My arousal now rising, a finger delicately slipping down the slick slit of my puss tormenting the swelling bud of my clit, raking its ...
    tender, sensitive surface with the nail. My eyes totally riveted upon the torrid scenes of girls getting it on with each other, I completely failed to hear her car draw up on the drive. The first indication she was home being the front door slamming against the wall with a loud crash, followed by another as it was closed with seemingly equal force. Before I even had time to turn my head there she was beside me, a face like thunder, her eyes blazing. "You fucking BITCH!" She screamed as if I was at the other end of the street. "You humiliated me in front of colleagues, they made my life a living hell all afternoon." As she spat this out, her hand whipped out and grabbed my hair, literally yanking me upright from the sofa and proceeded to march me unceremoniously to our bedroom, stripping off her jacket as we went, kicking off her shoes. Once there I was tossed onto the bed like a rag doll, she following me, bouncing on the backs of my legs, straddling me, pinning me down. Off came the sarong in one swing of her arm, I watched as it floated across the room, hearing the sounds of rustled clothing behind me. "Fuck,that hurts!" was my only reply to the vicious slap to my upended arse cheek. "That's nothing bitch." An audible whistle as her arm again swung down, another loud crack as this time it landed on the other globe, and an equally loud yelp from me. The blows rained down on my firm backside like a torrent. 3, 6, 9, she stopped at 12! My ass by this time smarting, stinging and ...
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