TheCorsair
Pēdicãbo ego võs et irrumäbo
- Joined
- Dec 17, 2013
Alice giggles, just a little, at Anne Marie’s explanation. “Y’know?” She said, settling back against the rock wall, “that kinda does make me trust you. A little, anyway. Folk what tell you they can’t be trusted, at least you know where you stand wit’ ‘em.”
Yawning, she wrapped her blanket tighter around her. “Reckon Ah’ll take you up on that trip ta Paris,” she decided. “An’ imagine that. Me. In Pay-ree. Who’da thunk It?” Another yawn. “Reckon Ah outta learn me some French, though.” Yet another. “How y’all say ‘good night’ in French?”
She was sound asleep, snoring gently before she heard the answer.
-*-
God, but Jackie’s fingers melded withthe toy buried in her and the desperate hunger in her liver’s voice to make Sam shudder with mounting pleasure. “Ah... Ah’m close, Jackie,” she whimpered, pushing back in a frantic effort to feel skin on skin. “Ah’m... so... close...”
“Cum for me, Sammy,” Jackie gasped out, groaning into the words. “Scream my name.”
Sam bucked back into her, breath coming in hoarse explosions. “Jackie...” she moaned, “Ah... Ah... Jackie!” Her lover’s name tore from her throat in a wild, ecstatic cry as she climaxed, collapsing into the blanket and gripping Jackie’s hand to parse her fingers harder against her clit. “Jackie,” she moaned, moving two sets of fingers on her as she lost herself in the pleasure of her walls gripping the unyielding dildo and the soft fingers teasing her.
Knees left weak by the force of her orgasm collapsed, leaving her a contented puddle on the blanket. Jackie’s naked body was a pleasant warmth and weight on her back, drawing a satisfied purr as brown arms slid around her white body. “Gawd,” she gasped. “Ah... oh, fuck, Ah’m a-gonna day it.” She gripped Jackie’s wrists, tightening her embrace. “Ah love you, Tsidiiligai. An’ if’n it bothers you ya hear it, Ah won’t say it again. But not sayin’ it won’t change it no how.”
Yawning, she wrapped her blanket tighter around her. “Reckon Ah’ll take you up on that trip ta Paris,” she decided. “An’ imagine that. Me. In Pay-ree. Who’da thunk It?” Another yawn. “Reckon Ah outta learn me some French, though.” Yet another. “How y’all say ‘good night’ in French?”
She was sound asleep, snoring gently before she heard the answer.
-*-
God, but Jackie’s fingers melded withthe toy buried in her and the desperate hunger in her liver’s voice to make Sam shudder with mounting pleasure. “Ah... Ah’m close, Jackie,” she whimpered, pushing back in a frantic effort to feel skin on skin. “Ah’m... so... close...”
“Cum for me, Sammy,” Jackie gasped out, groaning into the words. “Scream my name.”
Sam bucked back into her, breath coming in hoarse explosions. “Jackie...” she moaned, “Ah... Ah... Jackie!” Her lover’s name tore from her throat in a wild, ecstatic cry as she climaxed, collapsing into the blanket and gripping Jackie’s hand to parse her fingers harder against her clit. “Jackie,” she moaned, moving two sets of fingers on her as she lost herself in the pleasure of her walls gripping the unyielding dildo and the soft fingers teasing her.
Knees left weak by the force of her orgasm collapsed, leaving her a contented puddle on the blanket. Jackie’s naked body was a pleasant warmth and weight on her back, drawing a satisfied purr as brown arms slid around her white body. “Gawd,” she gasped. “Ah... oh, fuck, Ah’m a-gonna day it.” She gripped Jackie’s wrists, tightening her embrace. “Ah love you, Tsidiiligai. An’ if’n it bothers you ya hear it, Ah won’t say it again. But not sayin’ it won’t change it no how.”