1. Sarah


    Date: 10/27/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: claire2013, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

    and wanting it deep within the depths of her. I drank her in like warm wine and moaned myself as her tongue and fingers filled me and fucked me. Suddenly, in a heavenly crescendo of uncontrollable lust, I screamed out as my climax thundered over me, sending me into spasms of indescribable pleasure. Sarah’s climax followed almost immediately after. She flooded my tongue with her wet lust, filling my mouth as her orgasm broke in wave after seemingly endless wave over her. Her body was quivering and heavy on mine as I sensed she was almost unable to support her own weight any more. I continued to lick and bathe my face in her love, until we eventually rolled over, spent of every physical and emotional ounce of energy in our exhausted bodies. Sarah and I spent several more heavenly days together before she had to return to Paris. The book she had worked on for several months had delighted her publishers, who then wanted her to return to New York for publicity and the eventual launch. She had written me a long, loving letter when she first returned to Paris, but all of me sensed that she would, once more, retreat into herself, and that I would probably never hear from her again. And I didn’t. Until three days ago, that is. Out of the blue I received a telephone call from her from New York. In an emotional phone call that lasted over two hours, she told me how much she had missed me and wanted to see me again. I told her that I wanted that more than anything. It was then that she told me that she had bought a ticket to Rome. It was a one way ticket, she said, and told me that she would be arriving in three days time. And so here I am now, excitedly on my way to Fiumicino airport to meet her, having called a taxi to take me. When it arrived, the driver knocked on the door of my apartment. I opened it to see two familiar eyes and a wide Roman smile. “Signorina,” he said, holding out his hand “I think these are yours?”
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