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We'll Always Have Paris-2
Date: 10/2/2015, Categories: Anal, Lesbian Sex, Masturbation, Author: stif266, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
her thumbs to gently open Susan's sex as though she were splitting a peach, opening Susan to her eyes, the pink groove, the mouth of Susan's vagina, the tiny opening of her urethra, the pink-red tip of Susan's clitoris half exposed out of its cowl, her source, her center, her flower, her cunt. And the anus, the asshole, the secret eye. With a knot of desire in her chest, Diana leaned forward and buried her face in Susan's ass, her chin pressing fiercely against Susan's cunt. She held the cheeks of Susan's ass with her hands as she began working her tongue into the puckered opening. Susan was moaning now, her hips moving slowly in a circle as Diana's wet tongue slithered past the ring of muscle. Diana could feel Susan's excitement, feel the trembling of Susan's thighs. She worked her tongue deep, closed her lips over the ring and sucked at it as she slid her tongue in and out. Susan groaned, mumbled something unintelligible as she shook her ass against Diana's face. Finally Susan cried out, "Oh god, I'm coming. Oh god, oh god." Diana kept her face pressed between Susan's buttocks, her tongue working in the dark hole. Susan moaned. "I love you." Pulling her face from Susan's ass, Diana replied: "And I love you." Susan lay cuddled on her side against Diana. Her head was pillowed on Diana's shoulder. Diana had her arm around Susan and was gently stroking her shoulder and upper arm. Susan had her right arm across Diana's stomach and her right leg thrown ... over Diana's legs. Neither woman felt compelled to say anything. They simply enjoyed the moment and each others closeness. Susan was considering her last words to Diana. She didn't use the words "I love you" very often. To Dan, to her c***dren, to her parents. When she had dated she didn't really like to hear them, because she felt they were special, and using them even after sex as some sort of "Thank You" cheapened them. So did she mean them then? Was she indeed falling in love with Diana? Even after all they had shared the idea seemed preposterous, and yet... Well, time enough to deal with that, tonight or tomorrow. Susan's mind shied away from the realization that tomorrow she was supposed to leave Paris. Suddenly she giggled a bit. "What?" Diana smiled down at her as Susan tilted her head back to meet her eyes. "I just thought of something I really want to do with you." "Goodness," Diana gave a mock groan. "You're insatiable." Susan stretched and quickly kissed Diana. "Perhaps," she acknowledged. "But that's not what I meant." Her eyes twinkled. "At least not right now. Here I am in Paris, with a gorgeous woman who knows the city. I may," she hesitated, remembering her realization of moments ago, "I may never come here again. I want to see the city. Diana, I want to go SHOPPING!" Both women broke out in laughter. "Okay," Diana managed to gasp as she laughed. Go get dressed. We'll be ...