1. My Lana - Part 8


    Date: 7/30/2015, Categories: True Story, Bi-sexual, Female/Female, Girls / Female, Lesbian, Written by women, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 28.6, Source: sexstories.com

    I'm lulled into a haze of wonderful feelings that is beyond anything I've ever experienced before in my life. "Tantala?... Miss?" I jump slightly as I suddenly hear her voice in my ears. "Mmmmmm.... Uh.... Yes?" "Try to relax... completely. Let me take care of you. I -- I'll make it good for you..." "Uh... yes..." I'm unable to respond in a proper way. I don't even want to think of how I should respond. My body is still lame, totally paralyzed by her stimulation, and I simply don't have the energy to break out enough to be able to entertain a sensible conversation. As I feel her tongue slip into its eternal target once again, I moan and arch my back slightly in response to its intrusion. The heat spreads from my pussy out into my thighs and belly, and I'm lost as ever before. Her hands slide under my butt to cup me behind my lower spine, her shoulders softly supporting my thighs as she kind of dig her way in to get even closer to me with her lips and tongue. I feel it slide deep into me, then pull back to lap flatly right at the base of my clit. Then it scoops along the length of my slit, travelling up and down in slow, intense swabs to make sure all the wetness I reward her with is captured and devoured the way it should be. Oh, it's so incredibly gentle, so magnificently loving and caring, so totally committed to the task of providing me comfort and pleasure. I still find it almost impossible to believe that it is really happening. Even last night's trysts seem like a ...
    million years away in some kind of different, very strange world which's got nothing to do with the reality I'm living in right now. But it has, of course, and last night is as real as the present; what I'm experiencing right now. I undo another button in my shirt and let my left arm slide in under the cup of my bra at my right tit to gently massage the achingly stiff nipple in there. My other hand wanders down to land softly on Lana's wonderfully dark head once again, in order to gently and lovingly guide her miraculously skillful lips and tongue exactly to the spots I want them. She responds perfectly, finding my magic spots better than I could do even myself, knowing me perfectly after just a few hours of being together. How is it possible at all? How can anybody be so good? Is it a kind of magic? The answer is simple, of course. This is Lana... And no one is, or can ever be, as good as Lana. I feel the intensity growing, a slightly stronger force on the lovely strokes of that wonderful tongue. Have I been sleeping? Or just dozing? I have no idea how long it's been going on, I only know that my body starts to prepare for another orgasm stronger than I've never had in my life. A new personal record! It's like the alarm clocks start chiming all over the heavens, letting all good spirits know what a beautiful thing is going to happen in this office down on mother earth. I moan, tense up again, discover that my neck is slightly stiff from the position I've been sitting - or half ...
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