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Birds Of A Feather

Date: 10/9/2015, Categories: Celebrities, First Time, Lesbian Sex, Author: bobcox69, Rating: 80, Source: xHamster

soft shudder, and you take your hand away, moving it to undo the button to her shorts, tugging the zip down as she pants, body like a finely tuned string you're strumming, and you let your palm rest on the flat of her stomach for a moment before sliding down, pants undone. You press your body against her like you're trying to merge the two, like you want to feel her bones imprint your skin, feel every curve and memorise it. To be able to look at her and recall how it feels, so that you'll never need to do this again. To quell that urge in you that wants her. Your lips find her neck, teeth nipping at the hot, tan skin, and it only takes a moment for your fingers to slip underneath her panties, and then it's soft, hot velvet searing your hand, and you kill the moan that wants to escape you, silencing it in Tori's skin. Tori more than makes up for it, teeth sinking into her lip, sound bursting free from her, and you swear you can hear little fragments of swear words mixed in with your name, and it's the sweetest song you've ever heard. Your fingers find her clit, flicking over it and making her jump, hands squeezing your shoulders as if to stop you, or beg you to keep going. To pull you closer and push you further away. She's stuck between what she wants to be and what she is, and you know deep down, she's a raven at heart, as black-hearted as you. She just hasn't accepted it yet. And you're filled with a sudden urge to break her, to peck her eyes out and make her see what she ... is, not what she wants to be. Your hand moves down further, slick and hot, fingers forcing their way into her brusquely. Tori stiffens against you, a strangled cry escaping her already fractured breath, nails clawing you, and a part of you hopes she breaks skin. Something breaks in you, your fingers thrusting into her, Tori making your hand slick. This is what you needed, to kill this obsession, to release this urge. You need to be inside her, to imprint her brain, her heart, her lungs. You need her to think about you and feel ashamed. You need to make her no better than you, to sow a little seed of hate in her, so that when she sees you, she can't help but remember. So that her stomach turns when she recalls how you made her feel. To make her want that again until her feathers are jet black, until her voice is a hoarse caw that calls your name. You need to meet that little piece of her that is her hymen. You need to push past it. Tori's breath comes quicker, soft, short pants punctuated with snipped moans. Sounds she tries to control, and fails to do so. You rock your hand back and forth, to the point where you're not sure if it's passion or anger that's driving you. Her back arches off the wall, body stiffening, and your name splinters out of her mouth, muscles tightening around your fingers, around your heart.Jade. She is yours now, to do as you please. It makes you feel almost sick. You pull your hand out of her panties, wiping it on her shorts, Tori's head hanging, lips ...