1. Storm coming...


    Date: 9/6/2015, Categories: Lesbian Sex, Author: scphen, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    need to taste her and I withdrew my hand. However, another crack of thunder fed the monster within me and my intent darkened. She needed to taste herself, to know how wet she was, to know how delicious she was, and so I could taste the sweet nectar on her lips. I tugged on her hair to pull her head back and fed her my fingers, slick with her juices. She drank them down eagerly as she suckled my digits. The desperation with which she sucked and the gentle moans I could feel through my fingertips were more than I could handle. I stood and dragged her to her feet. As I pulled her mouth down to mine again to taste her musky scent on her tongue, I drove her back against the balcony door from which she had earlier fled. The rain pounded against the glass, delivering a chill massage to Veronica's back. My hands were acting of their own accord. One fought its way under her tight T-shirt in search of her glorious breasts while the other grappled with the button of her jeans. She started to undress me as well, but the b**st within me would have nothing of it. My hands ceased their respective quests and pinned her wrists against the door. I let go almost instantly. Shocked by my own dominance, I stepped away. I was ready to beg forgiveness and a stream of apologies was on my lips when I looked again into her eyes. She hadn't moved. She was still pressed up against the glass, hands to either side as if I'd glued them there. She was panting. Her pelvis was ever so slightly twitching ...
    with need. But she didn't move; she just stared at me with wide pleading eyes. I leaned back into her to deliver a long slow kiss. I left my eyes open, something I'd never done before that point. I made it clear through my steady gaze that I was in control, that I was going to keep her safe, but only if she obeyed. Slowly her eyes closed and the tension in her body eased as she submitted to my will. Another crash of thunder served to deepen my need and embolden my hands. I all but tore off her T-shirt, leaving her bare back pressed against the rain beaten glass; a sensation that caused her to arch, pressing out her magnificent breasts. I admired her gorgeous form as it was revealed in flashes by lightening in the clouds. Her long brown hair cascaded over her delicate shoulders. Her chest heaved, drawing glorious attention to the erect nubs at their tips. Her narrow waist and tight tummy writhed slightly back and forth, betraying both her arousal and apprehension at the squall behind her. I grabbed her hands and led them on a tour of her own body. I dragged her fingertips, cold from the rain-soaked glass, across her incredibly soft skin and let my own fingernails dig in here and there up her waist. Upon reaching the impeccably soft skin of her breasts, I brought her hands around to cup them. Together we stroked and massaged her weighty orbs. I felt a shudder run through her as I grazed a nipple for the first time. I resisted the urge to take it in my mouth and instead led her ...
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