“You are part of the night, just like me. We’re not afraid of the dark–we come alive in it…we’re thrilled by it.”- Catwoman
This is the boudoir version
And my lovely friend has released a new part of her Valentine & Maxwell online series. Think noir detective with a burst of lesbian sex. Oh yeaaah…
As her lips moved lower, I felt my insides starting to burn, desire welling up to fill every cell, my skin getting warmer with that skin-deep glow. I was so wet I felt it soaking through the skimpy fabric of my knickers, and my fingers itched to touch, to satisfy this need my body was subjecting me to.
Her head blocked my view, but I knew Wings found her target when Honey arched her head back, mouth gaping but only allowing low whimpers and moans to escape.
I watched her expression, pained and lost in pleasure at the same time, as Wings moved her tongue around all the good spots. I recognized the biting of the lip Honey did each time the tongue flickered across her clit, and without having to touch, my own was growing sensitive even to the simple touch of fabric. I wondered what Honey tasted like, I imagined being in Wings’ place, pleasuring her to the edge of insanity with every lick.
Honey bit down on her lip so hard I feared the skin might crack, and her sounds grew louder, more intense as she begun to loose control of her body, and I was starting to feel like I might die if I didn’t touch myself, if I didn’t release this tormenting urge for pleasure.
My grip loosed on the dress I was crumbling up in my attempt to stay in control, but I was so close to giving up on that now as one of my hands begun to trace careful lines on my thigh, making me shiver just as Honey let out another, louder moan, and Wings gripped her butt so hard that Honey groaned in pain, but I knew it wasn’t the bad kind.
Oh gods… I was going to go mad if I didn’t do something. Honey was beginning to shiver and writhe up against the mirror, thrusting herself against Wings, begging for that ultimate mindblowing orgasm, and I wanted to go there with her. I might collapse if I didn’t.
My fingers began to creep up, lifting the hem of my dress, just caressing the outside of my knickers, briefly moving across my clit, nearly blacking out with desire – my need growing so uncontrollable I might die if I didn’t –
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Ani-Mia cosplaying Black Cat
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