1. My Lana - Part 9


    Date: 7/30/2015, Categories: True Story, Bi-sexual, Female/Female, Girls / Female, Lesbian, Written by women, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 69.2, Source: sexstories.com

    clearly showing the reflection of myself in the darkness of her eyes, even over the considerable distance between us. So, I apply an almost imperceptive pull on her head with my hand, moving her closer, very slowly, and then pushing ever so lightly downwards. But she needs no guiding at all, of course. She is patient enough not to rush it beyond the movement of my hand, but there's absolutely no sign of any holding back as I pull her in against me and open myself to her, in all possible physical and emotional ways. When the magical contact finally occurs, it's more magic than ever, and I just can't help jumping lightly as our lips meet in that ultimate kiss of kisses. She's soo keen, so incredibly hungry, but still so patiently fine-tuned to my growing passion. I can sense her conflicting urges through her lips, all the way to the bottom of her soul. I can feel it in the hands stoking my skin, and I can see it in the hooded eyes, looking distantly at some point at my shirt-clad belly with heavy eyelids, hiding an ocean of joyful desire to please and love, and be loved, deep down inside. Ooohhh it makes me so horny! I can feel my wetness rapidly filling my love channel and break through to bath her playful tongue just the moment it snakes out between incredibly soft lips to love me. Like last time. Her eyes widen for a moment as she feels it, and a moment later I can hear her first gulp as she savors me once again. I know I'm still fresh from my previous deluge, and probably ...
    don't taste too strong, so I believe her when I hear her soft moan of sheer bliss. It fills me with confidence, with strength and desire, and I love her more than I've ever loved somebody my entire life! She presses her face and mouth even firmer against me, her hands gripping my butt and waist to make sure I don't give. But I certainly won't give. I have to control myself not to press myself selfishly against her, not to grab her head and push it deep, deep into my cleft and ride it out like a bitch in heat. Instead I let myself sink back, still with a gentle lovable hand on her head, and slowly drift into a wonderful slumber of wonderful feelings. Feelings of joy, pleasure and love. It doesn't take long until I'm all lost, and as I manage to let my body relax, I simply bask in the overwhelming sensations of lust. I have no idea how long it's been. I open my eyes slowly. Have I been sleeping? Do I have the energy to lift my head? The pleasure runs like a small stream down my spine and thighs and I can feel the wonderful tongue lapping away in a steady, unrelenting rhythm that keeps me on an firm but graciously languid boil. Energy or not, I've just got to raise my head enough to look down at her. It turns out to be not much of an effort either. I've slumped further down in my chair, and the headrest has actually lifted my head half way up already. When I meet her eyes under heavy lids it's almost a shock. They're so clear, so black, so full of life... and so full of love. Her ...
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