In slow motion.

Tina transformed her palms into seashell to contain the brunettes´ buttocks, helping her lover to open her folds.

Widely.

The producer had a fever. Gasoline instead of blood. The creamy skinned body watched in awe while the dildo went in and out, in and out, in and out, in – out –in –out –

Edge

nor in or out –

 in and out –

edge:

and innnnn.

Out.

And innnnnnnnn.

“Ohhh, T…”

And out. Edge. Out.

Innnnnnn.

“T…please… God…Ohhhh….”

“This is so fucking good, Bette…So fucking good! Do you like this… way, babe…? Do  you…?”

Then with a slow move, Tina took the vibrating dildo out from Bette’s hole and let it slide between the labia majora till it got to the clit.

“Tina…”

Once.

Twice.

And –inside-again – stroked.

“God…”

And it was the blonde’s turn to take advantage from Bette’s position and wetness.

Elizabeth got weak all of a sudden, bend over and her palms found the floor, helping her to keep her plugged to her partner.

Because at that exact moment, the blonde began to fuck two of her holes.

“T….God…babe…Ohhhh…Ohhhh…Ohhhh…God…God…”

The strokes compassed. Tina’s flesh – two of her fingers – filled Bette’s’ anal folds.

They were almost dog style and she kept fucking her lover that way till the producer missed burn near her lover’s skin and with a deep stroke she stopped anal sex, brought the mocha closer to an embrace – again her breasts against her skin – bit her shoulder, kissed and licked her back. She stood up, still plugged to Bette and pushed her gently forcing both to kneel at the couch.

Bette did what was leaded to.

The executive let the dildo go deep inside once more. She caressed with both hands the brunettes back, kissed her shoulder while kept the dildo in and out.  When the passion couldn’t not be ignored anymore,  they found a rhythm among strokes, kisses, waists, pulls and pushes, the vibration arousing both of them – the blonde’s right hand found the brunette’s clit while her left hand pulled her waist closer, like if that was possible.

“T…Ohhh…God…T…”

“Bette…Bette …babe…fuck…I…I…” The executive couldn’t help it anymore.  “ Bette… Ohhh….” Tina manipulated Bette’s clit against the dildo toy once more.

She knew they were three steps ahead.

One.

“Bette…”

Two.

“Ohhh…babe…” Bette’s abandoned tone.

“Fuck…Ahhhhh…”

They came following each others cry. Tina was divided: hard deep strokes and her lover’s clamors. Glued to her body Bette gave everything she possessed to get what she wanted: that wave of energy and passion that washed over them.

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“…Do you know what I want to do?”

The voice got to Tina like electricity. She was still recovering from the tornado that had invaded her chest and melted her thoughts.

Bette rested on her shoulder and the blonde let her senses got arrested by the fragrances the mocha’s curls exhaled.

“Hmmm…What? What…babe… What do you want to do…?”

The brunette flashed Tina’s eyes, but moved to her ear.

“I want to make you wet…all over again…I want to fuck you…so much…”

The sweated words aroused the skin.

“What…else…Bette?” The words untied the brunette.

Tina sensed the firm pushes of Bette’s sex against her thigh and her blood winded through her veins and turned her sex immediately. “What else do you want to do to me…?” She teased pulling the mocha body closer.

“Babe… give me the strap on…” Bette intimated and burned the blonde’s ears.