Kissing her has nothing on the way she feels inside me. Sometimes I think I’m the worst lesbian ever, the only close rival to penetration in my book is the hitachi.
One thing leads to another when the bedroom door closes shut. I can’t resist, my hands are already on her pulling her close, kissing her deep. The way her skin feels to my fingertips drives me wild. The soft feel of a girls body mixed dangerously with her toned muscles is undeniable. My hands roam sliding upwards as our lips meet again. She’s a bit of a biter, I wince as a tremor shakes my core. Soon the cool air brings goosebumps to your skin as one after the other pretty pieces of fabric hit the floor.
It seems as if hours pass before my back hits the bed and she slides downwards tugging the button of my pants apart. As soon as her fingers are out of the way her tongue takes their place, gently she teases the exposed skin letting the heat of her breath cause shivers to run down my spine. All the while her hands are expertly ensuring that I will soon have nothing to cover my most sensitive spots.
It is only when she slides forwards climbing on top that I can feel the firm ring of her harness. I lift up trying to catch the edge of it, willing it to send me closer to the edge. She pulls away, she never lets me cum like that before the fun has even begun. The new rodeoH makes its debut, being the only thing left remaining on her body. Her soft curves contrasted by the boy-brief look. Funnily enough this is the only time I ever catch her in anything not belonging on a lingerie model. I guess lesbians really are good at practical.
As I close my eyes, and smile softly knowing what’s to come she slips the stiff cock through the ring and knees my legs further apart. The bedside lube is quickly put to use as she strokes her cock slowly looking into my eyes. With one hand softly jerking herself the other begins to tip-toe down and up against me. Her fingers rubbed soft circles for a while before sneaking downwards feeling my wetness. I left up trying to somehow capture her fingers inside of me but she knows better. When my bid for control has sheepishly passed her fingers renew the exploration. As one finger slides in a low moan escapes my lips, she knows I’m ready. I need it, I need to feel her inside of me. I need to feel full of her, to feel how big she is, how stretched she makes me. I need to have her.
I eagerly smile upwards, spreading my self wider, lifting up while positioning her dead center. Her hard cock pointing upwards ready for action. Oh the agony caused by waiting for the moment when she finally guides herself up against me. When I feel the tip of her pressing against me my heart skips a beat. I yearn for more but know better than to try to force her inside.
Before my breath can catch up, before a single gasp can escape, she’s inside. I love the sudden sensation as she takes what is hers. Filled to capacity she drives all the way in to the hilt, to the point her body is pressed against mine and her thrust rubs me in all the right ways. The sensation that rattles me to the core on the first thrust, makes everything go weak, and I am pushed to the brink of climax. The first thrust always sends me to the edge.
I wrap my legs around her with each thrust trying to pull her deeper to gain an extra centimeter of her inside me. It is then that time ceases to exist. The gleam of sweat shows on our skin and our breathing matches in its pant.
Having something inside destroys me sense of control, and my lips let out a crescendo of moans. I talk dirty, far dirtier than G as I beg for my release. I want it, I want her to cum in me, I want her to use me, I want to feel her need grow with mine. I want to feel her muscles tighten and the last big stroke fill me deepest as we share the moment. I want to hear her struggle between the pleasurable friction and thrusting exertion.
I cum, and I want more…