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    Wardrobe – Part 2 of 2

     

    “Is there something you want?” Bette asked coyly, purposely toying with Tina and pushing her to the limit.  Tina slowly lifted her head and looked into Bette’s eyes, saying nothing.  

     

    “Is there?” Bette asked again.  “Tell me.”

     

    Tina’s hands returned to Bette’s thighs of their own accord, kneading the skin hard.  Bette’s legs were still spread and Tina could see the black thong becoming impossibly blacker from the wetness there. 

     

    “Tina,” she said sternly, when she had still gotten no answer.  Maybe Tina was too shy, or too afraid, but she couldn’t find her voice to say what she meant.  She looked at Bette through half-closed eyes and slid her hands under to grab her ass in both hands. 

     

    “Tell me what you want and you can have it,” Bette said, chest heaving with weakness but still speaking powerfully.   She suddenly reached down and threaded the sides of her thong in her fingers, swiftly pulling it down her legs and off her body.  She kicked it away with a heel before spreading her legs once again.

     

    “Fuck,” Tina said out loud, finding her voice.  Bette’s pussy was slick with moisture and perfectly opened before her.  Her clit was hard and red and Tina needed it, now.

    “Am I getting warmer?” Bette panted, the cool air on her exposed center making her writhe with need.

     

    “Yes,” Tina answered.

     

    Bette moved her arms behind her and unclasped her bra in one fluid motion, pulling it away from her. 

     

    “How ‘bout now?” she asked, drawing Tina’s hand forward to envelop her breast. 

     

    “Warmer,” Tina whispered painfully, squeezing Bette’s breast in her palm and tugging on the nipple. 

     

    Bette moaned at the sensation of Tina’s hand on her. 

     

    “I think I know what you want, Tina,” she said, running her own hand down her body.  Her fingers easily slid through her folds as she coated her first two in her wetness.  Bette grabbed a handful of Tina’s hair and pulled her head back, her face turned upwards.  The blonde looked up at her expectantly as Bette slid her two wet fingers into Tina’s waiting mouth.  Tina moaned loudly as she sucked Bette’s fingers in entirely.  The taste was unlike anything else.

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    1. Really loved the story, and the raw lust generated between these two lovely girls. The scenario actually reminded me of a scattered story I wrote for my own entertainment with Bette as an artist, and Tina as her model. Haha, it was all over the place, but I didn’t mind. It’s nice to put them in these strange situations – and job well done. Thanks for posting.

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