nudes-des-artiste in topic Busty Petite · Edited
Holding them firmly, Jenna lay across Moira and continued to massage her back, now using her breasts rather than her hands. The substitution had not gone unnoticed and brought forth loud, verbal encouragements from the redhead.
Jenna kissed the back of Moira’s neck and whispered for her to turn over. As soon as she did, Jenna was back on top of her, kissing her stomach while her hands ran up and down her sides. Raising Moira’s arms over her head, Jenna brought her mouth to the small, tender breasts below. Eagerly she kissed the nipples of both, playing with them with her tongue and wrapping her lips around them. Her hands took hold of the warm flesh, rubbing it hard and deep.
Lifting herself just a little higher, she pressed her own breasts against Moira’s, nipple against nipple as they rubbed together. Moira brought her arms down and ran her fingers across Jenna’s back, tickling her skin.
From there, Moira raised Jenna just high enough that her mouth could again reach the large breasts suspended above her. Lifting her head, she repeated her performance of a short time earlier, much to Jenna’s delight.
After giving Moira a second chance to play, Jenna kissed her way down her length, finally arriving at the cleanly shaven prize she had been working her way to. Outstretched fingers teasingly stroked the wet surface, as her lips planted kisses to the left and right. Finally, she couldn’t hold herself back any longer and with a passion the equal of Moira’s, she partook of the feast offered to her.
On one of those nights she had laid alone in bed, Jenna reflected on the fact that, being honest with herself, she’d slept with twice as many women as Moira, despite the fact that the younger girl was more open about her sexuality. At this moment, however, she almost felt virginal, if such a thing was possible. A feeling generated by the fact that for the first time in her life, she was having sex for love, not simply lust.
Not to say all those other times had been wasted efforts, she reminded herself. If not for them, she’d hardly have been in a position to bring Moira the pleasures she was now enjoying. What had gone before no longer mattered, only what was ahead of them. A future she desperately wanted to share.
It took a little longer than her own climax, but soon enough, Moira stood at the edge of that same abyss. And as before, it only took a gentle nudge to send her spiraling over. With a force equal to those that had caused Jenna to quake uncontrollably, Moira gave that same gift of ambrosia.
“Worth waiting for?” Jenna asked.
“Most definitely,” Moira smiled, “but what do we do for an encore?”
Extracted from Cupid’s Arrow by Ann Douglas on
#lesbian #erotica #literotica #bigtits #titsucking #redhead #twitter
Jenna kissed the back of Moira’s neck and whispered for her to turn over. As soon as she did, Jenna was back on top of her, kissing her stomach while her hands ran up and down her sides. Raising Moira’s arms over her head, Jenna brought her mouth to the small, tender breasts below. Eagerly she kissed the nipples of both, playing with them with her tongue and wrapping her lips around them. Her hands took hold of the warm flesh, rubbing it hard and deep.
Lifting herself just a little higher, she pressed her own breasts against Moira’s, nipple against nipple as they rubbed together. Moira brought her arms down and ran her fingers across Jenna’s back, tickling her skin.
From there, Moira raised Jenna just high enough that her mouth could again reach the large breasts suspended above her. Lifting her head, she repeated her performance of a short time earlier, much to Jenna’s delight.
After giving Moira a second chance to play, Jenna kissed her way down her length, finally arriving at the cleanly shaven prize she had been working her way to. Outstretched fingers teasingly stroked the wet surface, as her lips planted kisses to the left and right. Finally, she couldn’t hold herself back any longer and with a passion the equal of Moira’s, she partook of the feast offered to her.
On one of those nights she had laid alone in bed, Jenna reflected on the fact that, being honest with herself, she’d slept with twice as many women as Moira, despite the fact that the younger girl was more open about her sexuality. At this moment, however, she almost felt virginal, if such a thing was possible. A feeling generated by the fact that for the first time in her life, she was having sex for love, not simply lust.
Not to say all those other times had been wasted efforts, she reminded herself. If not for them, she’d hardly have been in a position to bring Moira the pleasures she was now enjoying. What had gone before no longer mattered, only what was ahead of them. A future she desperately wanted to share.
It took a little longer than her own climax, but soon enough, Moira stood at the edge of that same abyss. And as before, it only took a gentle nudge to send her spiraling over. With a force equal to those that had caused Jenna to quake uncontrollably, Moira gave that same gift of ambrosia.
“Worth waiting for?” Jenna asked.
“Most definitely,” Moira smiled, “but what do we do for an encore?”
Extracted from Cupid’s Arrow by Ann Douglas on
#lesbian #erotica #literotica #bigtits #titsucking #redhead #twitter
