| Lesbian: Quickie: Her Punishment Part 3 (1/2) |
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Nervously biting her nails Becky’s mind raced, as did her car, as she sped back to the house Amy had so generously opened to her in her time of need. Amy had opened Becky’s mind also to the joys of being a lesbian, after being duped into marriage by someone she thought she loved. She had found true unconditional love in Amy, and now the evidence of betrayal was not only in her mind, but still lingering on her taste buds. The remnants of her tryst with Brooke soaked the light blue tee she wore, her sweet smell filling Becky’s nostrils, as she pulled into the garage. What do I say? Becky thought opening the door to the kitchen. Hanging her keys up she walked gingerly into the living room to see if Amy was still up. There on the couch curled up in a fetal position lay Amy, her muscled smooth ass half hanging off the couch, her clean shaved smooth mound lips slightly parted. She looks so friggin hot, thought Becky as she knelt down by Amy’s delicious looking butt. Becky put her lips to the small area of Amy’s back just above her crack, and began giving soft wet kisses there, moving side to side, her spittle caught in the fine hairs like dew. As her lips traveled down, the tip of her tongue danced in circles making Amy stir on the couch, pulling her knees up into her chest. Becky brought her lips from the soft skin and peered down at the puffy lipped mound, the petals folded back like a butterflies wings. As Becky’s tongue was about to explore the inviting folds of flesh, Amy suddenly sat up, brushing back the strands of hair from her face. "Where have you been?" barked Amy, looking Becky straight in the eyes. "I took a friend home," Becky replied, her eyes welling with tears, “and I lost track of time." “Thanks for not calling," Amy said. “I was worried about you." “I’m sorry," Becky replied. “I won’t do it again." “You’re right, you won’t," Amy said reaching out grabbing Becky by her hair, pulling her face to hers. Amy’s nose caught the scent of Brooke on Becky’s shirt and she jerked Becky’s head to hers. "Your whole face smells like pussy," Amy said. “You cheated on me, didn’t you?” Before Becky could reply she was being pulled by her long brunette curls into the bedroom, the door slamming shut as Amy pushed her onto the bed. "This is how you show gratitude?" Amy said, reaching out tearing open the front of Becky’s tee. "Get your ass in the shower and wash your whore’s juice off of you, and I mean now,” Amy said roughly. Becky stood and removed her torn shirt throwing it on the bed, then pulled her skirt and panties down letting them fall to her feet. Amy glared at her as Becky removed her bra, her mind racing to find the proper punishment. Rearing back her arm, Amy brought a stinging slap to Becky’s ass, her hand print outlined in bright pink. "You’ve got five minutes," Amy said as she pushed Becky towards the bathroom. “And don’t bother putting anything on when you’re done.” Becky hurriedly turned on the shower, her mind wondering what was in store for her as she soaped her self as fast as she could. Amy heard the water turn off as she stood by the bed tapping her foot as Becky walked out of the bathroom |
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