1. Her


    Date: 9/2/2015, Categories: Lesbian Sex, Author: 2Fuck4Life, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Why was she on top of me? Does she actually want this? Why won't I let it happen? We talk some more, and somehow the conversation brings her to straddle me once again. I can think this time and sort my thoughts, so I figure it's time to have some fun. &#034Don't kiss me, you might like it.&#034 I tease. &#034Oh you think you're that good?&#034 The banter goes back and forth for a while until she grows bored and, once more, dismounts. This time her face says something entirely different. Is that dejection? Why is my dismissal affecting her? She turns away from me, attempting to conceal her apparent disappointment while I strive to regain the control I seemingly never had over the situation. I can't upset her now can I? It's close to 4am, and it's now or never. I look her direction, I take a deep breath, and I let the intoxication wash away my inhibitions. I let my lust out of its padlocked box and out came what I've been subduing for so long. We're facing opposite directions, but sitting side by side so that our bodies aren't far apart. I slide myself closer to her so that inches separate us. &#034You're gonna have to work with me a bit and lean over.&#034 Extending my neck out, I slowly close the space between our faces. She gladly reciprocates. In those closing moment my mind is reeling. What about your boyfriend? What about her?! Won't this be weird in the morning? Does this make you a cheater? I heard the thoughts flying by but with every closing centimeter the volume ...
    decreases until I hear nothing but her shallow breath. I'll face my consequences later. The gap is closed, and a tsunami crashes through my mind. Her lips are cool, not what I expected. Thin too, and suddenly my lips feel rather colossal in comparison. It starts off light, she won't even allow for full contact, and I was not particularly patient. I press forward and like two positive ends of magnets, she pulls just far enough away to maintain only the slightest of touch. I'm leaning so far I no longer can support myself with my arms, so I reach out for her neck. I wrap my hand gently behind her neck, placing enough pressure to pull her to me, and I f***e the contact I desire. My drive to have her takes over and the kiss deepens. I find myself sucking on her lips and her biting mine. Heartbeats are rapidly increasing, laying rhythm to our actions. She has to break for a moment and suddenly a silent night is filled gasps for air. I can't wait long and I'm diving in for another kiss. Being the controlling type she is, she f***es me back and climbs aboard. I feel her hands on my neck and I lose all track of reality. Lips are locked hard and my focus begins to wander. My fingertips slowly drag down her spine and I feel her shudder through my lips. I look for her hot zones and paths that f***e sharp intakes and moans. I trail down her neck (there's one), I trace her sides (that's another one), but then I make small circles around her lower back and receive the strongest response yet. ...
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