Zara’s imagination hadn’t lived up to anything near the exquisite sensation of Joanna’s mouth between her legs. The way her tongue slowly, expertly, navigated around and in the young woman’s folds, as if trying to taste ever inch of her, was like nothing she could have imagined. It was, intimate, exciting, maddening; drove her to a whole new level of pleasure and she couldn’t help but react to every lap of her companion’s tongue.
Her body quaked as Joanna’s mouth ran up and down her outer and then inner lips, spreading the arousal and saliva everywhere she traced. Once satisfied she’d tasted every inch of the girl, Joanna took Zara’s lips into her mouth in a fashion akin the fierce kiss she’d imparted earlier.
“Oh Jesus.” Zara gasped, arching her back as she felt Joanna trail her mouth down and then probe her dripping entrance. She cried out something inaudible as the woman’s tongue moved inside her, lapping at her walls as Zara, surely, gushed onto the her face.
Not that Joanna seemed to mind, she wrapped one hand around Zara’s tensing thigh, the other sought blindly for the brunette’s hand. Feeling the digits, Zara released the bedding and interlinked her finger with Joanna’s instead.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Zara squealed as Joanna, groaning whilst she did so, used the new purchase to fuck the girl with her tongue. With each thrusting motion, Joanna’s nose brushed against Zara’s clit, edging the young woman towards the proverbial cliff.
“Please, Joanna. I need to… I’m going to… Please?” She gasped, eyes screwed shut, knuckles white.
“Just a little longer.” Joanna gasped, glancing at her victim, lust ablaze on her soaked face.
Had Zara been a crier, both the break in the pleasure and denial may actually have caused her to do so. “Come on, Joanna. Please.” She begged.
Choking back a scream, Zara felt Joanna oblige, pushing two and then three fingers into her wetness, filling the young woman’s narrow canal. She couldn’t take anymore, surely; no more teasing, no more pleasure, no more fingers. “Joanna!” Zara’s back arched again, pushing her delicate ribcage to the surface of her now pale skin as she felt three fingers move in and out of her in a slow, yet deliberate pace.
“Fuck. Fuck me. Please.” Each syllable bawled an octave higher than the last as Joanna’s pace quickened.
Just as Zara thought she might explode, Joanna pressed her tongue down onto her clit. The bundle of nerves twitched uncontrollably, long toned legs momentarily rigid before she descended into a leg trembling, stomach jarring climax. Zara’s whole body shook as she repeated Joanna’s name over and over again; begging her not to stop whilst spasming muscles pulled the woman’s fingers deep inside her.
Far from stopping, Joanna continued to move her mouth and fingers so that just when Zara thought she was coming down from the impossible high, she was thrown back over once more.
The young woman had no idea how long she convulsed as Joanna steered her through the most powerful climax she’d ever experienced. How was that even possible, given what the woman had instilled on her mere hours earlier?
Eventually, when the stimulation proved too much, she gently encouraged the blonde head from between her shaken legs as she lay, wracked and glistening.
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Her body quaked as Joanna’s mouth ran up and down her outer and then inner lips, spreading the arousal and saliva everywhere she traced. Once satisfied she’d tasted every inch of the girl, Joanna took Zara’s lips into her mouth in a fashion akin the fierce kiss she’d imparted earlier.
“Oh Jesus.” Zara gasped, arching her back as she felt Joanna trail her mouth down and then probe her dripping entrance. She cried out something inaudible as the woman’s tongue moved inside her, lapping at her walls as Zara, surely, gushed onto the her face.
Not that Joanna seemed to mind, she wrapped one hand around Zara’s tensing thigh, the other sought blindly for the brunette’s hand. Feeling the digits, Zara released the bedding and interlinked her finger with Joanna’s instead.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Zara squealed as Joanna, groaning whilst she did so, used the new purchase to fuck the girl with her tongue. With each thrusting motion, Joanna’s nose brushed against Zara’s clit, edging the young woman towards the proverbial cliff.
“Please, Joanna. I need to… I’m going to… Please?” She gasped, eyes screwed shut, knuckles white.
“Just a little longer.” Joanna gasped, glancing at her victim, lust ablaze on her soaked face.
Had Zara been a crier, both the break in the pleasure and denial may actually have caused her to do so. “Come on, Joanna. Please.” She begged.
Choking back a scream, Zara felt Joanna oblige, pushing two and then three fingers into her wetness, filling the young woman’s narrow canal. She couldn’t take anymore, surely; no more teasing, no more pleasure, no more fingers. “Joanna!” Zara’s back arched again, pushing her delicate ribcage to the surface of her now pale skin as she felt three fingers move in and out of her in a slow, yet deliberate pace.
“Fuck. Fuck me. Please.” Each syllable bawled an octave higher than the last as Joanna’s pace quickened.
Just as Zara thought she might explode, Joanna pressed her tongue down onto her clit. The bundle of nerves twitched uncontrollably, long toned legs momentarily rigid before she descended into a leg trembling, stomach jarring climax. Zara’s whole body shook as she repeated Joanna’s name over and over again; begging her not to stop whilst spasming muscles pulled the woman’s fingers deep inside her.
Far from stopping, Joanna continued to move her mouth and fingers so that just when Zara thought she was coming down from the impossible high, she was thrown back over once more.
The young woman had no idea how long she convulsed as Joanna steered her through the most powerful climax she’d ever experienced. How was that even possible, given what the woman had instilled on her mere hours earlier?
Eventually, when the stimulation proved too much, she gently encouraged the blonde head from between her shaken legs as she lay, wracked and glistening.
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