| Lesbian: Masturbation: Train to Saragossa (6/6) |
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Her finger slipped into me, awash in my own juices. She continued running it up and down me, caressing my inner labia and rejoicing in the wet heat of my aroused pussy. With my sex now gaping open I could feel how my own wetness now spread. How the area around my sex, my pubic hair quickly became soaked. I could even feel how my juices ran down to between the cheeks of my arse, pooling there a little. I squirmed even more under her touches. She used two, then three fingers to play with my pussy, caressing my lips inside and out. She slipped the end of one finger inside me, making me jump again. Thankfully the angle wasn’t good for her either and she couldn’t finger fuck me properly. Realising this, she slid her fingers back up to my clit. It hid there at the top of my sex, hard and wanting. Her slick finger found it and very delicately rubbed around it. I breathed in sharply and my groin quivered at her touch. With a very light touch she used my own wetness to lubricate my clit and then started to run her finger up and down it very gently. Even more warmth spread out from my clit to my pussy and my nipples and even deepening the flush on my cheeks. I too was feigning sleep now, my eyes closed, though for me in concentration. I was biting my bottom lip in an effort to keep quiet. She slowly established a rhythm. Sliding her finger over my clit, up and down. I started to tremble; I could feel the tension building in me, every few strokes she slipped her finger down between my lips and quickly in and out of me. I started to shake, my muscles going rigid as I strained against my own orgasm. I wanted to come but I also wanted to make it last longer, to enjoy the sensations for as long as possible. I could feel how her whole hand seemed to have been bathed by my pussy, the wetness of it on my stomach. She rubbed my clit with more urgency now and I knew that I was going to come real soon. My orgasm then started to break over me like a wave. I clenched up and strained against her, she lifted her head and bit hard on the lobe of my ear. I came urgently, the pleasure engulfing me just as we entered the tunnel of La Garaffe; the inevitable loud moan that escaped me was fortunately swallowed in the noise of the train going through the tunnel. As we exited it I was still gasping and jerking, my thighs squeezed together and her hand trapped between them with two of her fingers inside me.
“So, found that ticket then have we?”
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Train ride
