1. My Lana - Part 7


    Date: 7/30/2015, Categories: True Story, Bi-sexual, Female/Female, Girls / Female, Lesbian, Written by women, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 62.5, Source: sexstories.com

    wetness seeping out of me, and I put a hand down in between my thighs in an instinctive move to try to plug the leak. But it's to no avail, of course, even when I try to squeeze my knees even tighter together. "Lana," I breath, "Uh..." I cannot help it. There's no other way! I abruptly open my thighs to her with my hand still frantically clutched over the seeping wetness of my pussy. "Please..." Here face is a mask of intense sexual arousal, and her mouth drops open as if on pure instinct. She flashes as split second glimpse up at me at my strained plead, before she swiftly moves forward to place her lips on the back of my hand. For a moment I'm afraid to take it away, but I realize, of course, that she's the only one who can help me out of this silly situation. As I put the other hand to the back of her head, I slowly slide my protective hand upwards to clear the path for her, feeling her wet lips trailing down along my fingers as I do. Then, as it's finally out of the way, the wetness bursts through, and I almost jerk the beautiful face in against me, all up to its ears - and beyond, in a clumsy attempt to keep it in control. She growls out of sheer joy as she opens up wide to take in all of my drenched vulva into her wonderful mouth, and I hear her swallow heavily as it fills with my uncontrolled passion. She does it exactly the way I need it, so completely perfectly in order for me to relax and get the feeling of being in control again. I feel deeply ashamed and ...
    overwhelmed at the same time, but as I come back to my senses once again, I know that she really don't mind drinking me, not even this way -- quite the contrary, in fact -- and if nothing else, this definitely is a token of my incredible passion to be served by her! And she knows it. Her jaw moves up and down in a rhythmic motion as she feeds on me to get on top of my very liquidized passionate tribute. Then her wonderful tongue scoops out and traces all the contours of my vulva with languid sweeps, and soon she has brought everything back to normal and I suddenly discover that I'm still holding on to the back of her head in a vice-like grip. I let go, of course, again a little ashamed of my instinctive selfishness, but she compensate by letting her hands slide in under my upper thighs to grip my hips right under the belt of my skirt to be able to keep herself pressed to me with the same delightful nearness as before. My nervous tension after the exceptionally clumsy start is quickly replaced by a new wave of glowing passion throughout my body, and as her tongue starts swabbing my urethra area with flat, rhythmic strokes, I feel the pleasure shoot out into my arms and legs again with an intensity that is almost unbearable. Her mouth and my pussy are like one, and I can feel it respond shamelessly to her lovable kisses by drooling and shuddering against her in a way that makes me feel like my body is living its own life entirely. I take a time-out to just breathe heavily as the ...
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