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    Carmine lips : caramel skin # 7 (not # 6 – thanks helene78 :))

    And I insisted.

    “I love you…”

     

    She melted.

    And her answer made me. Dissolved.

    She combusted.

    I burst into flames.

    I can still remember her eyes… I caught her eyes liquefying it.

    She closed them. I divined: tears could rain any moment from those eyes that enchanted me.

    We were so closed. My body glued to hers.

    Three fingers breached my sex.

    Her right hand returned home.

    Inside.

    So                                              slowly.

     

    She unfolded her eyes again.

     We held our sight.

     Eyes to eyes.

    Al the way. When she finished her voyage to the depth of me, Bette closed her palpebras for some seconds, feeling my inner walls around her.

    Sheltering her.

    Freeing her

    Pleasing her.

    Containing her.

     I embraced her inside of me.

     

    “Ohhhhh…T…”

     

    I considered her moan. She was fighting with passion.

    I held her face. My nose brushed hers.

    Her eyes were red. Hers? Mine?  Which was reflex? Was it reflex? Or we are consumed by flames. Were we playing with fire? Or just like, fire and wind we feed each other, hoping nobody could find us exiled inside ourselves…

     

    “Look at me…” My breath told her body, in a brief but intricate conversation, about all my needs. My voice broke the sultry sound of our breaths.

    My voice, my hole.

    Her fingers. Rhythmically.

    “Ahhhh

    …Ahhh…

    …Ahhhh.”

     

    Slowly  and deep..

     

    “Ohhhh…Babe…So tight…” She voiced and I felt her body tensed.

     

    I considered her moan. She was fighting against passion. Again.

    I make known my command: her release, my plea: “Take me, babe…Take me…”

    I sweetly untied her appetite and Bette ate without mercy, with hunger.  A lioness, a panther.

     She began to fingered fuck me adding to which stroke more will, determination, lust.

    Desire and despair.

    I felt found. I belonged. I was testifying my birth.

     

    “Oh… please…babe…please…”

     

    I moved my waist to collide even harder with her hand.

    Her right arm and hand were holding tight the couch’s arm. She was searching more balance and strength to satisfy all her need to be inside of me.

    I pulled her face even closer. We breathed the same air. I opened my legs the more I could.

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    Comments

    1. Braz going ot post for the first time in your story,,,I must say you have a way with words and I like it. You can feel what both women are feeling and how you have made both women want each other so much,,,love it!!

    2. I never said it was the most terrible pain… (it certainly is one of the most enjoyable ones) just that walking could be very difficult, but I said nothing about floating inches above the floor ;-)) — And I certainly enjoyed very much this new ride, in fact, there are very few I would enjoy more ;-)) …. but the very last sentence “makes me panick for the second time”… well, now tell me that Tina and I are just panicking for nothing, hmm ?! – I really love your way with words, and also the way you use music (and lyrics) in your stories : you obviously have a vast culture, from your posts, and also your notes… what do you teach : litterature, philosophy, both ? apart from “love lessons” of course ;-)

    3. and oh, just to correct the typo : this is chapter 7 already (chapter 6 was on sunday)…… but you can continue for seven more… or 17, or 77… well if you are not too tired : as for myself I don’t get tired by reading your posts, in fact I get so “awaked” by your stories that it’s difficult to go sleeping… but I must, since it’s midnight right here ;-)

    4. Braz I had read this when I had gotten home from work, and um…..DAMMIT!!!!! You are getting the water bill woman. YES YOU ARE! ; – )))) You are the Queen of Lesbian Sex, whether it is tender or raw, it is you babe. Talk to you soon honey. xoxoxo

    5. DAMN DAMN DAMN girl, Im not event cooling down yet from the last chapter and now you’re getting me more hot again, damn I need ice water or cold shower lol, so hot so hot in here lol. Damn B&T are so fucking hot and awesome, love it. Please post more, thanks!

    6. Sorry for commenting so late, Braz, honey, my computer is broken. Oh no! Well, this was beautiful. Truly profound. Still think that something bad is going to happen though.. Which is sad. Hm.. I should get to sleep. I have to be up in 4 hours so thank you for this, I’m sure it’ll evoke plenty of wonderful dreams :) Post soon, babe xxx

    7. God that was breathtaking!! I’m just amazed by your fic Braz!!!I have some problem with my laptop so I don’t know if i’ll be able to read and comment your next chapters :(!But i’m sure they’ll be amazing!!And I support you al the way!!Your fic is just AWESOME!!Thank for this my dear Braz!!

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