1. Hollow Girl


    Date: 7/30/2015, Categories: Oral Sex, Author: GoBigCatGo, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    the water's edge, kicking off her flip-flops and digging her toes in the grass. She tore tufts out with her hands, camera forgotten in her lap. Or was Billy eating Matt? Right now? Humming in slippery relish. Fluidly milking him. Not scraping his cock raw with her teeth until he couldn't bear it any longer. Saskia growled, closed her eyes and tilted her face to the sun. A breeze was small comfort. She pulled her skirt up over her knees and let the air cool her. There was no-one around to witness her indecency. Maybe they were doing all these things. Maybe they were practicing everything first, so they could film the best one. That's what she'd do. Saskia would get Billie naked, first. Start slow, kiss her nipples or stroke her pert breasts or something, lick the dip of her spine, bite her bottom. See what she liked, what lathered her up. Then, when she was good and-- God. Saskia was a nutcase asking them to do this. She buried her cheeks in her knees and watched the plant-stuffed boat, her subject, bob up and down on the water. No. Saskia had to be brave. Rather address the fact, now, that Matt’s best friend was a pretty little slut with a shameless porn habit. Rather than later when it was too late. If they “discovered” each other, well, at least she’d made her stand. Something was wrong with that boat. It was the only one moving. Saskia shaded her eyes and tried to see into its dark portholes. It was too far away, on the opposite side of the canal, but the foliage against ...
    one of the windows seemed to move more than the others. Then a bare foot popped up, pressed to the glass, holding aside the curtain of leaves. Saskia smiled. Now that was a shot! She lifted her camera and zoomed in. It was a female foot, with rings around its toes, disconnected from its body by the dimness of the interior. Gradually, tracing back from ankle to knee, to thigh, Saskia built a picture of the rest of the leg. It was flopped aside on a narrow bunk and-- God, the woman was… No… Saskia zoomed again and refocused, looking as deep as she could inside. Busy fingers, a heaving belly and wobbling breasts . Then right in the dimmest distance, a leonine face. A crystalline glint in hooded eyes. Looking back. Saskia’s lips parted, a voyeuristic thrill wriggled through her, but she didn't shift her gaze, feeling as safe behind her lens as a keyhole. The woman didn't falter either, watching Saskia from the protection of her bushes. The energy of an unexpected delight crackled between them. Saskia’s hands trembled, her heart thumping at her ribs as if reminding her how improper this was, watching a woman secretly pleasure herself. And she definitely was, her body winding itself against the quick rub of her fingers. Not counting the crushingly embarrassing porn she had watched once with Matt, Saskia had only ever watched herself do this; and even then it had been a hands-in-knickers thing. “Cum,” she murmured, biting her lip. “Go on, cum.” Then the woman's eyes screwed shut and ...
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