The dance to the couch was elegant and sensual. Bette sat, but this time, Tina knelled on the floor, between the mocha’s legs. Her hands worked fast to removed the g-string, but she had to stop passion to appreciate her woman the way she deserved. “You’re so….beautiful, …Bette…So beautiful…”

But that – just make her hungrier.

She placed Bette’s legs over her shoulders and kissed her belly, her sex, her hole.

“Fuck, T…”

When the producer’s tongue, lips, tasted Bette, both got weak with satisfaction.

Tina sucked and licked among softly and savagely, until Bette grabbed her by the hair and pulled her into a fierce kiss to demand: “I want you inside, T…”

The blonde thought that her lover would lie down on the couch, nonetheless, Bette slid till found the big and plain armrest of the couch – sat on it – and let her back found the wall and her skin woke up to the cold touch. Bette finally removed her brassiere and opened her legs.

Tina watched while her lover undressed, prepared, provoked. The wetness of her woman. The creamy skinned woman was bewildered with passion and fuelled with want. She kneeled on the couch and desire told her everything she needed to know. She took the dildo with the right hand and lead it to the mocha’s opened flesh – her core.

Tina’s body was tensed with appetite and will. Her knees were weak. Her spines: a rollercoaster to shivers. And that need craving inside, boiling her blood.

What she was experiencing was a different kind of pleasure – watching the toy slowly disappear inside her woman.

“Tina…”

One. Stroke

“T…”

Two.

“Yes…Ohhhh…”

Three.

“Yeah…T…”

Four. Strokes.

“Bette…” The blonde lover sallied inside. Her forehead rested at the wall while she kept discovering new sensations inside her woman.

Hungry kisses. Profound moans. They glued their bodies. Tina helped Bette to keep her legs opened – like wings.

Bette embraced Tina, took the vibration control of the dildo, arrested at the edge of the harness and turned on.

“Ohhh….Fuck…”

The blonde hardened the strokes.

Her hands brought her woman – rhythmically – back to collide against her body. Or smoothed the movements – that way she could observe pleasure written all over Bette’s body.