| Lesbian: Exotic Erotic: Liv and Angela (1/4) |
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I rang the door to Liv’s house. She was my best friend with benefits, as the saying goes. Whenever the stress of work became too much or I was just plain horny, I knew I could count on her to make me feel better in more ways than one. On this night in particular, I had had the boss riding my case all week and I needed a good fucking to divert my attention. I didn’t want any romantic flowery shit. No, I needed someone to take my aggressions out on. I wanted someone who could give as good as they got. Liv was the only woman I knew who could do that. I was growing excited at the thought of the naughty surprises Liv always had for me when I came over. It usually involved something a little kinky and extremely fun. The sex was so fantastic that it left me wondering why we had never tried to have a relationship, but the answer was simple. We came from two different worlds. She was the only daughter of an affluent family who spent her days doing lunch and playing tennis while I, being the offspring of two members of the working class, had to work long hours at a job I hated. Had the two of us had not had a chance meeting at a local coffee shop, our paths would have never crossed. Sadly, the only things that we had in common were a love of caffeinated beverages and steamy sex, neither of which would ever stand the strains of a day-to-day commitment. No, the two of us were at our best in the bedroom and we both agreed that the friendship would never progress past that level. The sex was enough to keep us coming back for more. A couple of minutes went by and still no Liv. I rang the bell again, thinking she had not heard it the first time. I was about to dial her cell to see if she had stepped out, but just as I pulled out my phone, she answered the door. “Hello Angela. Come on in,” she said. “Sorry it took me so long, but I was making some last minute preparations for your visit.” “Preparations. I love the sound of that. It makes me wet wondering what you have in store for me.” I grabbed her by the ass, squeezing her cheek harshly as she let out a moan. “I hope to have you very wet before tonight is over.” She smiled and took me by the hand, leading me upstairs. She brought me to the large spare bedroom she reserved for our fun. It was innocent enough looking to the untrained eye. The furnishings were basic. There was a large sturdy four-poster bed with a huge black trunk at the foot. The casual observer would be hard pressed to believe that the seemingly demure lady of the house used the bedposts to tie down her lovers and that the trunk hid her sexual toys. Liv had laid a large white blanket across the mattress. She had turned off the lights so that the only illumination in the room came from the white candles burning in the candelabras and holders throughout the room. She turned to me and kissed me hard on the lips. I grabbed her breasts, clenching their soft flesh between my fingers. “Me first tonight.” My tone offered no opportunity for arguments. “Alright, you act like getting fucked hard first is something I’d turn down.” I turned and walked to the large wooden black box. I |
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very hot
