(Rose)
It turned wild pretty quickly. We weren’t wearing much already as we were mostly reverse-tanning our skin under the sun warmth of this nice day.
Even if I had fuzzy mories about it, I can recall what Ann did to . I can mostly recall how her kisses had a disgusting, repulsive lingering taste. While the taste of Bleue’s saliva isn’t doing that to .
As for what I did with Blu, though much more enjoyable, I don’t think we can physically do any of that as we are, or barely scrapping the surface by trying to imitate it. Though, it will be enough for a first ti together.
What we dream isn’t what we get. But it certainly can drive us.
Bleue lying on her back is caressing my hair as I kiss her with so passion into it. I hold the back of her head firmly and enjoy her mouth quite thoroughly with my lips and tongue.
She just moans slightly or giggles as the sensations are tickling her sotis. We’re having nice fun.
As our bellies are rubbing onto each other, I brush the beginning of a slow repetitive movent against her.
I still kiss her as I softly rub myself against her in a very explicit manner.
She taps my back with her hand so I let her go. She gasps for air and breathes in deeply and fast. I go to kiss and lick her cute neck anwhile. I don’t feel any sadistic urge over it, which is an enormous relief for .
Bleue’s all soft and cuddly as she opens herself to , literally. My head is fuzzy and spinning, from the kisses, and from the sight of her now open legs to , revealing everything offered.
My heart is about to explode, which makes want to hide, but I go further and touch her.
I feel intoxicated, feverish, anxious, hungry, warm, in love, excited in more ways than one...
It tickles her as I play with her pubic hair. It teases her as well I can see.
There’s no going back from what I’m doing as I get my index to slip between the folds.
My rather long nail hurts her if I’m not careful, making her twinge.
R - Sorry.
B - Careful... Well. It’s not unpleasant feeling you there. Rub rub then?
R - Yeah...
I rub her from inside. My body on top of her does similarly with a slow back and forth movent. And we kiss a lot.
A nice ti spreads like that and stretches, along with our soft sweating. I feel drunk and stuck in a very warm lull.
I keep rubbing her warmth inside with a finger or another, over a long ti, making her sweat gradually along, down there as well.
It’s more like a deep massage than actually mating. I like this way of putting things, it’s easier on my mind. It helps relax and massage her even deeper.
She’s enjoying herself and my touch quite well, almost no matter what I do to her.
My middle finger and index are playing with her as she keeps herself open as wide as possible. I’m toying with the soft tissues inside of her.
I’m gradually increasing the push and speed of my movent. My hand is actually already sore, but I don’t really want to stop anymore. I want to give her the taste of this pleasure she longed for, far more than I did.
She’s holding, touching or caressing various parts of my body as we’re doing this. It feels surprisingly nice to have her hands and lips explore my skin and hair like that.
Bleue grasped, touching, every part of , even brushing around my own sex.
She didn’t push her exploration further though to my surprise. I then notice she tends to keep her eyes closed now, and her face a little sideways as if she was embarrassed, so I ask her.
R - What, you’re too shy to go further within now of all ti?
B - Don’t say that... Ah... I just can’t focus on both right now. I will make it up for you later, don’t worry...
She chirps again as my fingers play in the damp warmth she’s sharing.
Bleue’s gradually closing in to her orgasm, keeping her eyes closed still. She grabs , embraces tighter while asking not to let her go, a few tis.
I reassure her, I’m not letting her go, and push the touch further. I don’t know where that sudden anxious worry ca from or might have been. I hold her. I push myself in her further, caressing everything I can reach inside and outside her vagina.
She’s trembling, holding her breath, her eyes still shut.
I kiss her a last ti as I finish the so called massage. She tensed up and then relaxed.
I lay her weakened body properly down, with a last caress over her sex and then lower belly. She’s breathing again, a little unevenly.
R - Are you alright? Why don’t you look at ?
B - I feel like my heart is going to explode if I do. And I made you do this to ...
I burst in laughter as she’s touching her warm tummy.
R - Acting shy now of all ti? I swear...
She finally reopens her big eyes to look at . Her face flushes deep red again at lightning speed, and she hides her face with her hands. I laugh again.
She asks with a small voice not to. I still do.
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B - Well, that was really nice.
R - I’m glad you enjoyed. It sure can be.
B - Next ti, I’ll do you.
R - Eh... Alright, I guess.
We’re going back to the bathroom to wash again the sweat, while the ink in the bath is still good.
Bleue mutters sothing I don’t quite hear.
B - I wonder now if there wouldn’t be a way to grow you a penis...
R - What were you saying?
B - Oh, just thinking aloud about sex. Nothing to worry about!
R - Pervert... Should I worry about your twisted mind growing even more deviant?
B - It’s only twisting to love you more.
You impish... I blush unwillingly while she grins widely.
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