| Lesbian: First Time: A Night To Remember (8/8) |
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labia in the same way as was done for her moments before. Faster and faster she flicked her tongue. Yvonne began to squirm and her legs began to shake. Kristina knew she was about to cum. Kristina lifted her eyes and watched intently as she brought Yvonne closer and closer to the edge. Yvonne clutched and groped herself, lost in the ecstatic moment of pleasure. Finally with a few involuntary jerks, her body became tense as Yvonne had one orgasmic spasm after the other. With Kristina’s tongue lapping at the gush of sweet juices, Yvonne’s fingers rubbed her clit in a slow but firm circle, working her climax to its peak. At the same time, Kristina felt the warm passion in her own throbbing pussy, and with one hand, reached down and massaged her throbbing clit. Before she knew it, Kristina exploded with another orgasm as well. The licking and stroking slowed as each of their climaxes began to subside. Yvonne relaxed her body and Kristina could see her chest heaving as she struggled to regain her breath. Moving up closer, Kristina kissed Yvonne with as much love and passion as she had ever felt. She was gloriously happy, and while the two lay in each other’s arms for a long while, secure, peaceful and serene, they projected thoughts of future days and nights spent in each other’s company. The morning came all too soon, casting its warm rays upon the two lovers lying asleep under a tangle of sheets. Kristina opened her eyes and was comforted by the soft breathing of Yvonne as she slept. She snuggled up close to her body, gazing around the room from the security of the warm covers. She could barely see into the bathroom with its once tall candles now mere stubs that betrayed the pleasures enjoyed in the Jacuzzi. Seeing the empty champagne bottle reminded Kristina that they had forgotten all about eating supper, when suddenly she noticed the faintest smell of bacon wafting up from the kitchen below. Yvonne rolled over in her sleep, her arm reaching across Kristina, and she felt the fingertips she had come to know so well. Even in sleep each touch from Yvonne felt like a gentle caress. Kristina took her hand and held it close. Inhaling the delicious aromas from the breakfast being prepared for them downstairs, Kristina fell back against her fluffy down pillow, content and secure in the knowledge that she was lonely no more. |
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Thanx
