1. Willow


    Date: 9/4/2015, Categories: Lesbian Sex, Author: Bumfuzzled2, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    &#034Mrs Summers, sign here please,&#034 for a second Willow didn't realise that the hotel receptionist was talking to her. Then it struck her, for the last six hours she hadn't been a Rosenberg, but a Summers. Leaning over she signed the form that had been pushed in front of her. &#034Mrs Summers,&#034 she repeated it under her breath. Then she looked at her wife and grinned, &#034Mrs Summers... I'll have to get used to that.&#034 Joyce smiled as she held out her arm for Willow to slip her own through, &#034Well, as from now, you've got plenty of time to do so.&#034 Willow slid her arm through the crook of Joyce's, pulling her best friends Mom, her wife she reminded herself, closer. Joyce snuggled her head onto Willow's shoulder and they followed the bellboy, struggling with their luggage to the suite. &#034Aren't you glad we waited?&#034 murmured Joyce. &#034Yes,&#034 lied Willow. Given the choice, she'd have jumped Joyce on their first date, almost a year ago. But Joyce had insisted that they hold out, making Willow wait until they reached the wedding night. Willow wasn't sure how many dildos she gone through in that time, but it seemed one hell of a lot. The bellboy opened the door to the room. Willow grinned as she saw the soft, four poster bed, its covers neatly laid. Beside it was a bottle of champagne in ice, compliments of the management. She lightly disengaged herself from Joyce and tipped the bellboy. He grinned and gave them a small bow, &#034Enjoy your ...
    stay.&#034 He had barely closed the door behind him when Willow put her arms round Joyce and pulled the older woman towards her. Their mouths opened and Willow could feel the warm softness of Joyce's tongue touching her own. She moved her hands lower down the blonde's back, lightly massaging Joyce through the material of her dress. She couldn't feel any panties beneath it, the thought that her wife was going commando increased the intensity of her kissing and she pushed herself harder against the other woman. Joyce's hard nipples pressed against her, digging into the flesh beneath Willow's blouse. &#034I better freshen up,&#034 Joyce's smile helped remove slight irritation that Willow felt as the Milf broke their kiss. Joyce picked her suitcase and wheeled it into the bathroom. Willow could hear the door lock behind her. The eighteen-year-old redhead didn't waste any time in stripping off her own clothes, then pouring two glasses of champagne she sat herself on the bed, folding her legs beneath her. It didn't take long for Joyce to freshen up. The door opened and Joyce stepped seductively into the room. Willow whistled in appreciation -- it did, after all, look like it was going to be worth the wait. Whilst in the bathroom Joyce had touched up her lipstick and blusher, her ruby red lips were pursed seductively and the her skin shone with life. Her blonde hair was brushed and bounced with vigour as she moved, like waves against a beach. But it wasn't her head that entranced Willow, but ...
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