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We'll Always Have Paris-1

Date: 10/2/2015, Categories: First Time, Lesbian Sex, Masturbation, Author: stif266, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

was conscious of nothing except Diana's body. Susan managed to lean forward, paying the fare. She turned her head towards Diana. All she could do was look deep in the exquisite pair of green eyes locked on hers. She felt Diana's warm breath on her face and then the other woman's lips met hers. Susan closed her eyes in sheer bliss as Diana's lips slide over hers. Still closed mouth, the kiss promised incredible things, sensual things that Susan had been dreaming of. Susan moaned. Her left hand slid around Diana's neck. She tilted her head and both women's lips parted. Susan gently massaged the back of Diana's neck while her tongue tip slipped from her mouth to trace Diana's lips. The cough of the taxi driver interrupted them. &#034Excuse Moi,&#034 he hesitantly began. Susan's eyes snapped open. She filled with a sudden panic. Scrambling backwards, she reached blindly for the door handle. She all but fell out of the door as it opened. Regaining her footing, she fled into the hotel. Ignoring the elevator, she plunged up the stairs to her, and Diana's, floor. She fumbled the door to her room open, closed it behind her and leaned against it. Her mind whirled. What was she doing? She was a wife, she was a mother. How could she be feeling these things? How could she want to smother Diana in kisses, see their clothes fall to the floor, see them fall to the bed locked one to the other? She saw herself on Diana's bed. Diana straddled her, nude except for her black silk scarf. In her ... mind's eye she watched Diana untie the scarf, loop it around Susan's wrists and secure them to the headboard. She shook her head to clear it. Her breathing slowed. Time to concentrate, she told herself. What is it you want here Susan? Don't think about tomorrow, about next week, about next year. Stop being the planner, the organizer, for one minute. With that she calmed. Because she knew what she wanted was Diana. She reached down and took her heels off, carefully placing them together on the floor. Taking only her room key she walked slowly down the hallway to Diana's room. Her heart in her throat, she tried the doorknob. It was unlocked. She slipped inside and closed the door softly behind her. Susan caught her breath. Diana was standing on the balcony, her back to the room. She was framed by the lights from the street. Her jacket was tossed over a chair, but other than that she was still fully dressed. Susan felt behind her and clicked the door lock. Diana stiffened for an instant but did not turn around. One slow step at a time Susan walked towards the other woman. She paused when she reached the chair Diana's jacket was on. She reached behind her and unzipped her dress. She clearly saw Diana tremble at the soft noise, and Susan trembled with her. She stepped out of her dress and carefully laid it across the jacket. Wearing only her black lace bra and panties, Susan stepped to Diana. She brushed the hair away from the back of Dina's neck and kissed her. She slipped her arms ...