better go,” she finally said, pulling away from the kneading hands on her breasts.
Grinning, Lydia touched the locket again, and reset the situation. She considered what to say this time… and then let go of the locket.
Instead of saying anything, she slid her hands up Gwen’s soft, bare shoulders, and then pushed her down to her knees.
Flustered, the blonde looked up in confusion.
Lydia began unbuttoning her pants.
Gwen look ed down, watching the brunette’s hands, frozen like a deer in headlights.
Intently, she pulled her jeans and panties down to her ankles, leaving herself naked, her soaked crotch bare in front of Gwen’s face. The indecision and confusion in her delicate features brought Lydia an exotic, exquisite pleasure.
“I, uh, better go,” she finally breathed, moving to stand.
Lydia crouched down and touched the locket in her discarded jeans.
Gwen’s face fell neutral again.
She sighed, considering how to proceed. The blonde sat on her knees, blankly staring ahead, her firm breasts and flat tummy alluring and bare. Controlling her brought a strange, sharp excitement. Was this what Emma had been feeling the past few weeks?
Unable to re sist her dark urges, she held the locket and moved close, sliding a hand down soft skin, under jeans, straight to her panties. Rubbing firmly, she carefully watched the entranced blonde’s body react to her ministrations.
Over a few minutes’ stimulation, her skin flushed, her breathing deepened, and her panties grew damp.
Satisfied that she’d brought the woman to a deep level of arousal, Lydia ordered her to forget saying she had to go, and then moved back and hid the locket behind her jeans.
Faced with a naked woman standing in front of her again, Gwen’s face screwed up with a visible internal struggle.
Looking down at the conflict, Lydia smiled, filled with a predatory sense of enjoyment. The blonde was obviously hesitant, even resistant to the idea, but she was so deeply, painfully turned on…
Quivering a little, her expression full of disbelief and de feat, Gwen slowly reached out a shaking hand to touch bare thigh.
Lydia moved a bit of the blonde’s wis py hair back, caressing her lightly before placing her hand on the back of her head. The move made it clear who was in control.
Trembling, Gwen moved forward on her knees, her eyes on the shaven sex in front of her. She kissed the soft skin around it once to the left, once to the right, and once above…
Lydia adjusted her legs, widening her stance slightly.
“I cannot believe I’m doing this,” Gwen breathed, staring at glistening pink lips.
Instead of replying, Lydia just pulled her head forward gently.
Gwen kissed just above her mound, and then again a little lower, kissing her way down slick lips. “Oh my god…” she sighed, still full of disbelief.
Lydia shivered at the warm breath against her sex, and increased her hand’s pres sure on the back of the blonde’s head.
Gwen made a soft mewling noise of defeat, and finally slipped out her tongue. The moist muscle slid between labia and then flattened on its way up; her first lick made both women sigh.
The barrier finally crossed, Gwen seemed to accept the fact that she was licking pussy. Her body relaxed. She began lapping, taking long, flat licks from the very bottom to the very top, her eyes wide with the new tastes, textures, and sensations.
Lydia began taking deeper breaths, full of excitement from her conquest, and riding the pleasure from the woman’s tongue. She gripped her hair a little tighter whenever she got it right, and they soon found a rhythm.
Gwen brought her hands up impulsively, gripping the back of Lydia’s thighs, licking more eagerly.
Both women froze as a conversation floated near their changing room. In a nearby stall, two girls chatted, laughing and talking about their clothes.
Slowly withdrawing her tongue, Gwen licked her lips a few times with a dismayed realization. "I… don't think this is
Grinning, Lydia touched the locket again, and reset the situation. She considered what to say this time… and then let go of the locket.
Instead of saying anything, she slid her hands up Gwen’s soft, bare shoulders, and then pushed her down to her knees.
Flustered, the blonde looked up in confusion.
Lydia began unbuttoning her pants.
Gwen look ed down, watching the brunette’s hands, frozen like a deer in headlights.
Intently, she pulled her jeans and panties down to her ankles, leaving herself naked, her soaked crotch bare in front of Gwen’s face. The indecision and confusion in her delicate features brought Lydia an exotic, exquisite pleasure.
“I, uh, better go,” she finally breathed, moving to stand.
Lydia crouched down and touched the locket in her discarded jeans.
Gwen’s face fell neutral again.
She sighed, considering how to proceed. The blonde sat on her knees, blankly staring ahead, her firm breasts and flat tummy alluring and bare. Controlling her brought a strange, sharp excitement. Was this what Emma had been feeling the past few weeks?
Unable to re sist her dark urges, she held the locket and moved close, sliding a hand down soft skin, under jeans, straight to her panties. Rubbing firmly, she carefully watched the entranced blonde’s body react to her ministrations.
Over a few minutes’ stimulation, her skin flushed, her breathing deepened, and her panties grew damp.
Satisfied that she’d brought the woman to a deep level of arousal, Lydia ordered her to forget saying she had to go, and then moved back and hid the locket behind her jeans.
Faced with a naked woman standing in front of her again, Gwen’s face screwed up with a visible internal struggle.
Looking down at the conflict, Lydia smiled, filled with a predatory sense of enjoyment. The blonde was obviously hesitant, even resistant to the idea, but she was so deeply, painfully turned on…
Quivering a little, her expression full of disbelief and de feat, Gwen slowly reached out a shaking hand to touch bare thigh.
Lydia moved a bit of the blonde’s wis py hair back, caressing her lightly before placing her hand on the back of her head. The move made it clear who was in control.
Trembling, Gwen moved forward on her knees, her eyes on the shaven sex in front of her. She kissed the soft skin around it once to the left, once to the right, and once above…
Lydia adjusted her legs, widening her stance slightly.
“I cannot believe I’m doing this,” Gwen breathed, staring at glistening pink lips.
Instead of replying, Lydia just pulled her head forward gently.
Gwen kissed just above her mound, and then again a little lower, kissing her way down slick lips. “Oh my god…” she sighed, still full of disbelief.
Lydia shivered at the warm breath against her sex, and increased her hand’s pres sure on the back of the blonde’s head.
Gwen made a soft mewling noise of defeat, and finally slipped out her tongue. The moist muscle slid between labia and then flattened on its way up; her first lick made both women sigh.
The barrier finally crossed, Gwen seemed to accept the fact that she was licking pussy. Her body relaxed. She began lapping, taking long, flat licks from the very bottom to the very top, her eyes wide with the new tastes, textures, and sensations.
Lydia began taking deeper breaths, full of excitement from her conquest, and riding the pleasure from the woman’s tongue. She gripped her hair a little tighter whenever she got it right, and they soon found a rhythm.
Gwen brought her hands up impulsively, gripping the back of Lydia’s thighs, licking more eagerly.
Both women froze as a conversation floated near their changing room. In a nearby stall, two girls chatted, laughing and talking about their clothes.
Slowly withdrawing her tongue, Gwen licked her lips a few times with a dismayed realization. "I… don't think this is
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