1. Byron Bay Seduction


    Date: 10/29/2015, Categories: Group Sex, Hardcore, Lesbian Sex, Author: scoober, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    Byron Seduction The feelings flowing through her ran deep, spreading from her core to infuse every part of her. Her mind was a whirl of warring emotions, conflicting sensations of pleasure, confusion, passion, fear, submission and desire. The kiss had been unexpected, a surprise that she had been powerless to oppose. Passion had ignited like a flame that burned quickly, spreading to her erogenous zones, nipples reacting instantly, a warm gentle pulse stirring in her groin. She’d found herself responding, kissing back, her lips parting willingly as Sandrine’s thick tongue pushed between them, dancing seductively, insistently with her own. Her lips were so soft, full, demanding. Bec’s hands had gone to the brunette’s neck, clasping her close, pulling the warm mouth harder against her own. Instinct had kicked in quickly as illicit pleasure surged through her. Sandrine’s body was pushed firmly against hers, the full, firm b**sts pressing to her own needing orbs. Bec’s back was against the bathroom wall, the cold tiles contrasting to Sandrine’s warmth. Her legs quivered as the kiss lingered, intensified, her pussy throbbing now, a low ebb that slowly built as Sandrine’s hand began to roam her body, sliding up along her thigh, clenching her firm butt cheek. Ripples of pleasure coursed through Bec and at last she opened her eyes, gasping at the intensity of Sandrine’s stare. Her crystal blue eyes were locked to Bec’s, flaming desire sparking like small stars in the depths. Oh God, ...
    those eyes … Bec had been instantly attracted to the pretty brunette. The slim, shapely figure, short cropped black hair, nose ring and neck tattoo (a dragon’s tail that disappeared down behind the neck line) had all painted a picture of a bohemian soul that called to Bec’s own wandering spirit. But the blue eyes on tanned skin, eyes that held mystery and mischief all at once, had caught Bec’s attention. They’d met by chance in the small gift shop, itself a ragtag collection of spiritual books, trinkets, clothes and ornaments. The room was thick with incense and soft music, something eastern. They’d admired the same sarong, a multi-coloured Arabian style number. “Let me buy it for you,” Sandrine had announced suddenly. “It will look amazing on you no doubt.” Bec had protested but Sandrine had insisted, agreeing at last to Bec’s offer of lunch in return for the unexpected kindness. They’d left the shop together, Bec’s heart racing for reasons she was unwilling to admit to. Something about Sandrine’s manner, the way she held Bec’s eyes for just too long, the curl of her lip when she smiled, as though hiding a secret, had Bec intrigued. Lunch had been in a small seaside café overlooking the water. The view was magnificent but Bec found herself looking again and again to Sandrine, drinking in the bohemian styling, the jangle of jewelry, the loose singlet that hung loosely over the bare breasts beneath, hard nipples scr****g the thin material, and a long flowing skirt. The beauty ...
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