She reached back and rolled the viscous liquid with her finger tips. She pressed and smoothed his come over the skin between her ass mounds.
As her fingertips passed over the ring of her anus, she thrilled to the electricity lancing through her body. She slowly frailed the thick muscle, now slick with the huge man’s jizz. She thrust back against her fingers, rolling and moving her legs to allow herself better access.
As her fingers picked up speed, she reached between her thighs with her other arm. She pressed hard at the spot between her cunt and her asshole. Her fingers were flying now, rapidly drumming the tight, puckered ring.
She curled one finger into the tight opening and circled, gently but urgently. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling suffusing from her anus.
Another finger, then another.
The slick come lubricated the opening and she wanted more.
She began to pump her fingers in and out of her ass, thrusting back against her hand. Her cunt-mound was cupped firmly by her other hand and she was grinding her clit against her palm.
She was sweating and gasping for air.
She grunted. She moaned.
She began shivering wildly.
Finally, she came, screaming out.
She faded briefly to a velvet, pulsing quiet
She opened her eyes and saw Gavia, still laying heavily over the bolster.
She crawled to her. She was delighted with the heavy swaying of her breasts beneath her ribs.
As she crawled she felt very feline, very predatory.
She straightened her arms, sat back on her heels and looked at the blonde, studied the body displayed before her.
The grey eyes watched her own as she surveyed the beauty.
Gavia lay draped heavily over the bolster, her far arm extended, cantilevered from her shoulder. The highest point of her body was a nipple, pointed up above the peak of the far tit. The near tit sat off her rib cage, its nipple pointed directly at Doralea.
Her hips lay heavily on the floor, the near leg extended. The other leg lay back against the bolster, knee flexed, foot sole-down on the floor.
Doralea leaned forward, rocking on her arms, to gently kiss the uplifted nipple, her own tits swaying to lightly graze the inner slope of Gavia’s lower breast.
Her tongue moved through the thin veil of blonde hair, clearing the marvelous peak. She sucked the hard pink pebble in, between her lips, and pushed it out with her tongue. She drew it in again and, taking it gently between her teeth, began to sit back onto her heels, pulling the flesh of the mound.
The Blonde was pulled off the bolster by her nipple and the stretched tit-flesh was jerked from between Doralea’s teeth. The hard-body dropped heavily back onto the bolster.
Gavia’s drug-dilated eyes glittered up at Doralea, again sitting on her heels.
She reached a hand forward and began stroking the skin, tan over the well-defined muscles.
She moved up the blonde’s thigh from the knee.
She slowed as she neared the puffy, protrudent mound at the juncture of her thighs. She leaned forward onto her hand, pressing the top of the hard thigh against the floor.
Gavia moved her head to follow her movement.
Doralea rocked back onto her heels and, squeezing the tender inner thigh, reached out to smooth the hair, still veiling Gavia’s upper torso, breasts, shoulders and face. The silkiness of the fine hair over the smoothness of the tan skin over the firmness of the slack muscles thrilled Doralea’s palm.
She hooked her fingers through the locks covering the exquisite face and lifted it to drape behind the tan shoulder. She bent down to kiss the beautiful face and Gavia turned to her.
Apparently the effects of the drug were beginning to wear off.
Doralea stretched out beside the blonde, pressing her body against the entire length of the Hardbody. She lay her upper leg bent over Gavia’s extended lower leg, her hip just touching the blonde’s finely covered cunt-mound.
She snuggled in and relaxed, feeling the other woman’s slow breath, feeling it hot on her cheek and feeling the slow, deep bellows of her abdomen.
Her hand lazily stroked the hard body, exploring and touching every place she could reach without effort. Finally, she found herself cupping Gavia’s tight ass tenderly. Her fingers gently squeezed into the resistance. The tall blonde slowly lifted one arm and draped it heavily over Doralea, resting her large hand against the back of the smaller woman’s head and then pressing her gently to her face for a hard, deep, long kiss.
The blonde slowly forced her tongue between Doralea’s lips, then withdrew it, then re-inserted, again and again, fucking her mouth.
Doralea pulled their hips more firmly together and began to rub her cunt against the Blonde’s – it reminded her of rubbing against a soft dick.
The two very slowly, very gently, fucked each other, Gavia in charge at their mouths, Doralea at their cunts, their breasts pressed lightly, but firmly, together.
Finally, Doralea pulled away, her moves followed by the riveting grey eyes. She rolled and pulled the Blonde back up onto the bolster, face-down. Doralea reached under the rib cage, working the firm, round hits to each side of the bolster. She then moved down and began to smooth her hands over the powerful ass. She pushed and pulled the hips until the ass, and the large protrudent mound beneath, hung just off the end of the dog-sized pillow.
She bent down to kiss it.
She rubbed her cheeks over the strong glutes. She licked and nipped and nibbled. She ran her tongue between the globes. She reached in with her tongue to the very top of the blonde’s cunt-gash.
She slowly dragged it back, over the startlingly large clit, past the hot, puffy, dripping lips, over the brown doughnut of the anus and up over the coccyx. She repeated this same path several times. Finally, the lower lips seemed to pull Doralea’s tongue in, sucking like a mouth.
She pushed hard, lifting the Blonde’s hips. She tried to rub her chin against the hooded miniature dick.
She felt the tight anal ring at her nose and waggled her head.
She tried to stimulate all the parts at once.
She was completely taken with her endeavor, wanting to make the blonde come, wanting to fulfill her, and herself.
She reached a finger in to press past her nose and join her tongue in reaming the beautiful, tasty cunt. She had never been so entranced, so enchanted, so wrapped up in pleasuring another.
She felt the Blonde begin to thrust back against her, to rise onto her knees to afford better access. The hard body began to shudder, then screamed loudly, stiffened and collapsed onto the bolster.
Doralea continued to lap at the dripping cunt, reaching forward to touch the pounding clit.
The heat pouring from the fat pussy was almost painful, Doralea tried to cool it with her tongue, she blew on it, she rubbed it with her hand.
Finally, she pulled away and moved up to lay on top of the panting Hardbody.
She straddled that powerful ass and began to grind her pussy against it, dragging and pressing and seeking maximum contact. Her legs were spread wide and her tits pressed against Gavia’s sweating back.
She could feel the pounding of the Blonde’s heart through her ribs.
She lifted her shoulders so that she could massage the powerful lats with her soft, tender tits. This posture pressed her cunt even harder into the blonde’s ass and soon she was moving as if she were fucking the blonde from behind.
The image of the thin black woman swam through her mind and she wished she were her.
She wished she had a long dildo harnessed to her hips.
She wished the tight skirt of the dancer was unwrapped to reveal a large strap-on and that the snake-like dancer was fucking her while she fucked the blonde.
She was sweating, large salty drops splashing onto Gavia’s back. Her head was pulsing, she suddenly realized she had forgotten to breathe. She sucked the air in deeply and she began to shudder.
She came again, lightly, gently.
She slowly lowered herself onto the Blonde, feeling the slickness of their combined sweat on her belly and tits. She hugged the blonde tightly, closed her eyes and rolled slowly off to the floor.
She lay on her back, panting, cooled by the evaporation of the mingled sweat.
She opened her eyes to see the dark-haired woman, draped in white linen.
She stood, smiling, over the sweating, panting pair, hands on hips.
This pulled the frontal slit wide, exposing the soft rounded belly above the stiff black hair through which Doralea could see her pink, puffed cunt. One of the sandal-shod feet was planted firmly next to Doralea’s head. She turned her head and the woman lifted her foot, touching Doralea’s lips with her big toe, gently, as if with a finger. Doralea kissed the proffered toe.
The dark-haired woman leaned down, her heavy breasts bound by the thin linen. She helped Doralea to her feet.
She led her a step towards the door, then stopped.
“Stand,” she ordered.
Doralea stood, her hands at her sides.
She watched as the woman adjusted the cuffs and chains and replaced the honey-colored leather blindfold over Gavia’s entrancing grey eyes.
The woman stepped into the darkness and the now familiar whir of the electric motors overhead pulled the chains to their original loose crucifix position, lifting Gavia to her feet.
The woman returned to Doralea, walking around her, inspecting.
Doralea felt her probing eyes, felt their caress, felt them penetrate her sex, her anus.
“You two played quite a scene. Very nice.” She stood now, face to face. “You are Doralea, yes?”
Doralea nodded.
“Yes, Blue Five.”
Doralea nodded again.
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