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Carmine lips : caramel skin # 5
I found the most beautiful and tender eyes I ever saw. I´ve already heard that calm waters are profoundest.
I felt a warm wave washed over me.
I let my hands found her face. My lips found hers again in a kind kiss. She caressed my back, my arms. Her hands slid till my waist, my thighs, my ass, my pubic hair, my pussy.
I recalled I´d say again in her ear:
“I’m ready…”
And I raised my body.
Bette dived two fingers inside of me.
A sharp intake of breathe. Both of us.
She oppened her eyes and I was the one who dived this time. Inside of her magnificent pools.
She began to move her hand – s l o w l y.
I began to move slowly.
Deeper and deeper.
Sweeter and sweeter.
That moment I descovered, once more, she was the place I wanted to call home. I would give up from my yesterdays and from my tomorrows because of her. She was the one I wanted forever and a day, like I could write to her someday.
I embraced her. I let my chin rested on her shoulder.
I felt her moves inside of me.
In and Out.
I felt her heartbit.Her kisses in my hair, my shoulder. I knew I would miss her forever.
I let my eyes land on hers again. I craved them and I told her i wanted to move. She stopped the sweet and deep movements and let her fingers searched for the uneeded release.
I moved myself without alarm.
My breathe heavy condemned me.
Slow love.
Heavy breathe.
The chest yelling for air.
I told her this way what she was doing to me.
She slid her body on the couch and let her head rested at its arm and at some cushions. She laid down on her left side, giving space to my body. She was inviting me to joying her. I laid down by her side, never living her eyes.
The night was still out there, making us company.
Bette began to follow with her eyes the path her hand was already doing it.
But she couldn´t resist any longer.
She found my wet hole.
My core.
My folds.
“How?”
She told almost to herself in a small voice, while her face was visiting my hair.
“How I would ever possibly recover from you, Tina?”
And she moaned loudly and painly when she penetrated me hard and deep.
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(45 votes, average: 3.53 out of 5)
You’re kicking my ass because I don’t smell a happy ending and I’m a total schmuck because I love happy endings. lol
You’re not gonna make me cry, are you? Cause that would be mean to make me cry after making me hot!
I’m with Lament.. I smell trouble, Braz! You’re gonna break my B&T heart, aren’t you? Aren’t you? Beautiful line there, babe “How I would ever recover from you, Tina” beautiful. Don’t go away for too long xxx
I sure hated Annabel’s ending. I was just like “What the fuck, we’re in the 21st century now, and this just ends like a story from the ’50s !!”… and yes, I hate drama (well it depends when, but these days, I just HATE it, I need fun and humour, and love) and I really would like just a happy (very happy) ending to this story… but I really think that I am not the only one pessimist reading this story, don’t you think ?… and what makes me pessimistic is YOU… the way you began that story just make me feel… anxious would be a euphemism… now, you just have to prove me WRONG !!! LOL
Damn they are hot. Please let have a happy ending!