Laura's Story: An Interracial Lesbian RomanceChapter 244 free porn video

At work Laura got caught staring at Shontay Something. Passing a conference room shortly after lunch, one in which she often attended meetings herself, she saw the door ajar. Shontay was holding a meeting with some of her staff.

For some reason, Laura stopped. She couldn't take her eyes off the woman. It was a mesmerizing moment, and she wondered to herself, while staring, why she was doing it. Shontay was not really beautiful in any conventional sense, though she had the regal bearing of some tribal princess. She did not dress in an alluring style. In fact, she was very tall and shockingly skinny and wore severely cut business pants suits in drab colors, black or brown, that hung in billowy swaths of cloth over her bony frame. She wore her hair pulled tightly back in a bun, from which a long, charming pony tail swung, really the only endearingly human thing about her appearance.

(She did have a nice little rump, though, the kind that stuck out and up a little the way Laura liked, though right then she was sitting on it, perched on the edge of the table and haranguing the troops.)

Her smooth, light brown face was half-concealed behind huge, oversized glasses that made her resemble an insect, though Laura could quickly see that behind the lenses there was a very appealing and interesting face. However, the face turned coldly to Laura as she was staring. Shontay had felt her eyes, as people often did they were being looked at, though no one knew why. She glowered at Laura, who quickly looked away, feeling her face flush hotly as she turned and walked off.

Oh god, Laura thought. Oh shit, why did I do that?

She took some consolation in the fact that it wasn't as bad as when Tamara had caught her staring, and had promptly reproached her. But she had wanted to fuck Tamara, which Tamara had known. And, Laura now knew, Tamara had secretly relished the idea, somewhere in her secret being. But this Shontay Something was not even physically appealing to Laura. She was almost sexless, as well as imperious and condescending. I don't want to... do it with her, Laura reasoned. It's not the same as with Tamara. But why did I stop to stare at her?

For the next few days, she did everything she could to avoid the areas of the building where she knew she would be likely to encounter Shontay. At least she would give the woman time to forget what had happened. Maybe Shontay had forgotten it already. After all, Laura thought, I could've just been standing there abstracted, thinking, pondering something. She didn't have to think I was staring at her. I wasn't, really. It didn't really have anything to do with her. Maybe it was the sound of her voice or something.

At home that evening, she listened again to the message Dawn had left on her voice mail.

"Laura. Damn... you're not there. I just wanted to hear your voice. Guess I'll have to settle for the 'Hi, leave a message' part. Maybe I'll call again... just so I can hear it again. I was thinking about you... about us. In fact, I really can't stop thinking about it. Missing you... already. Hoped you'd be there. Oh well. Kiss kiss. I... oh, you know. Bye. You can't call me. I'll call back."

She had not called back yet. Laura had listened to the message three times after the first time, when Jane had been there. Each time she seemed to detect a more emotional intimacy in Dawn's words, a resonance in her voice, full of warmth and muted sexual vibration, something she might not have noticed if she hadn't listened to it over and over.

I love you too, Dawn. Please call me back. I'm missing you too.

But it was another week before Laura got her wish. Meanwhile, she slept with Randi and Shavon on separate evenings, and had a scorching, exhausting night of fucking with the tiny but energetic Tiffany. By the next Monday, she was glad the work week had arrived so that she could get some rest. That evening, Dawn called.

"Is this Laura?"

"Dawn. Yes, this is Laura. Oh, Dawn. I love you Dawn. God, I've missed you."

Dawn laughed softly at the other end, musical, throaty laughter. "You get right to the point, don't you," she said. "I... love you too, Laura. Couldn't stop thinking about you."

"Oh god, I have to see you."

"That's what I called about. You know, Robert is in Chico... at some training class they sent him to. He won't get back until Wednesday."

Laura could feel her heart racing. "Yes?"

"Thought you might like to come over here and have dinner with me. I'm making some more beans and rice. Your favorite, right?"

Laura actually bought flowers on the way. She had never done that before. There was a kiosk on the street corner about two blocks from Dawn's apartment selling roses, and Laura bought half a dozen deep red ones. The deep red ones mean you're really in love, don't they? she wondered. I mean, if someone gives me six deep red roses, it means that person loves me with a holy deep passion, right? I fall in love too fast,
I fall in love too terribly hard,
For love to ever last...

She hummed the song to herself as she climbed the stairs, holding the roses. Dawn opened the door at her knock, looking radiant as Laura handed her the flowers.

"Nobody ever brought me flowers," she said, genuinely touched and astonished as she let Laura in and closed the door behind her.

"Watch out for the thorns," Laura cautioned. "I pricked my finger on one coming up the stairs."

Dawn frowned. "Need a band-aid?"

Laura shook her head. "You could kiss it and make it well, though."

Dawn lowered her face, her gorgeous face (Laura thought), looking at Laura with amusement from under her lowered eyelids. "Let me put these in a vase first."

The small, amused curves at the sides of her sensual mouth made their appearance, a feature Laura had remembered, and in fact recalled each time she thought of Dawn's face. She followed Dawn into the kitchen. When the roses were finally secured, Dawn turned to her.

"Okay, let me see that finger."

Laura extended her forefinger. She actually had nicked it a little on a thorn, and there was a small bead of dark red blood on the tip. Dawn held Laura's hand in both of her lovely, graceful black hands and raised it to her lips. She kissed Laura's finger, letting the blood smear her lips, looking into Laura's eyes the whole time, letting her lips move slowly over Laura's fingertip.

Laura could feel her pussy melting from the inside. She had never felt that way from having someone merely kiss her finger, if in fact anyone ever had. Dawn's lips and Dawn's eyes made her slowly dissolve into quivering desire.

"Dawn," she croaked softly, hoarsely. "I can't stand it, I have to kiss you."

Dawn smiled. "I know how you feel. But I'm wearing this white shirt. I don't want to get your blood all over it. In fact, it belongs to Robert. Let me get you a band-aid."

Laura nodded. She noticed, as Dawn walked to the bathroom, that she was dressed better this time than the last. She wore a man's white shirt and white jeans. Her wiry hair-which however had the consistency of smooth, non-sticky cotton candy when you held it in your hand, as Laura had done-was not pulled up into a topnotch as before but swept back into a brush directly behind her head, tied this time with a red scarf. The white shirt and jeans contrasted with Dawn's deeply jet black skin to make her more ravishing to Laura than ever.

Oh god, she can't be this beautiful! Laura thought. I didn't remember her being this beautiful. Dawn had a desirability that made the breath catch in Laura's throat. It was as if they had not yet shared a bed, even though reenacting Dawn's warehouse rape experience had been one of the most stirring sexual moments of Laura's life.

Dawn returned with a band-aid.

"You could've just taken off the shirt," Laura murmured as Dawn extracted the band-aid from its wrapper and wound it around Laura's finger.

Dawn looked at her with the same bemused hint of a half-smile. "You want me to do that?"

Laura grinned and nodded.

"Maybe you'd rather do it yourself," Dawn said darkly, her eyes smoking now, the little laugh lines at the corners of her mouth more deeply etched.

"I thought you didn't want to do anything like that here."

Dawn paused before answering. Her eyes never wavered from Laura's. "Chico is about a hundred miles from here," she whispered.

Slowly, her eyes never leaving Dawn's either, Laura reached forward with the fingers of both hands and unbuttoned the top button of Dawn's shirt. Then she unbuttoned the second. There were about eight buttons, and Dawn stood patiently, half-smiling, while Laura unfastened each one.

Now the shirt was open. Laura's hands moved up to the collar to pull it apart and take it off, but Dawn brushed her hands away.

"Ah ah ah," she grinned. "It's a two-way street. You ain't the only hungry lady here."

They were still standing in the kitchen, next to the countertop where Dawn had placed the vase full of roses. It seemed so odd, standing here in the kitchen, teasingly undressing each other, but it was in reality completely natural. They were completely at ease with each other. Dawn lifted Laura's sweatshirt by the hem up over Laura's head, carefully holding it while Laura shook her hair free.

"God, Laura, you got a lot of hair," she said softly.

She balled up the sweatshirt and tossed it into the living room. Then she slowly removed her own white shirt, loose and unbuttoned now.

"You want to just stay here and undress or go in the bedroom?" she asked, her black eyes flickering with wicked delight.

"Bedroom," Laura murmured, barely able to speak.

"Let's take the roses with us," Dawn said, picking up the vase. "Nobody ever loved me enough to bring me roses before. I think I might have more fun just looking at them while we do it."

Laura laughed softly. "I think you're right. What a great idea."

Laura realized she was quivering with desire. She couldn't remember when she had last been this overcome by emotion all swirled together with sexual need and stark worship of this marvelous girl. Shockingly enough, Dawn was apparently feeling the same way.

"Look at this," she said to Laura, after setting the vase full of roses down on the vanity table that Laura remembered having been there when she and Tamara had fucked in this bedroom.

Dawn extended her hand, which was wavering, shaking slightly. Just like mine, Laura thought, putting all thoughts of Tamara out of her mind. She had made love with Shayla and Tamara both in this apartment, she recalled with chagrin, but the kind of intense longing she was now feeling for Dawn was rare.

"I think I'm a little nervous," Dawn said softly. "Like this was the first time or something."

And here we are standing here in our bras, quivering like two innocent teenagers. Actually, Dawn was technically a teenager, Laura remembered. Nineteen. But no longer jailbait, like Jane.

"I haven't got to kiss you yet," Laura whispered.

Dawn crinkled her nose. "Why don't we take these off first?" She pointed to her own bra, a very conventional one, unlike Laura's expensive mauve lace-and-filigree affair, but starkly white and alluring against Dawn's velvet black skin. "You know, pushing my boobs against yours when we kissed really got my fires going last time."

"Mmmm," Laura smiled, "mine are already going."

Dawn held her hand up again so Laura could see the quaver. "Mine too."

"Turn around and let me do yours," Laura suggested softly. "I want to kiss your back."

Smiling, Dawn turned. Before touching her bra clasp, Laura ran her fingertips lightly over the smooth, very black skin of Dawn's ravishing back, gently massaging her shoulder blades, rubbing the submerged vertebrae, then pressing her lips to the skin above the clasp. The focus on a woman's body invariably centered on her breasts, her legs, her ass, perhaps her hips, even in some cultures on her neck and throat, or her feet, but curiously never on her back, which to Laura could often be the most enchanting place of all. She wanted desperately to kiss every inch of it, to trail her lips from top to bottom, relishing the smoothness, the suppleness of Dawn's young, resilient flesh, the deep blue-black hue of her skin, the dips and cambers and flowing contours of this masterpiece.

"Oh god... I love your back so much... I don't want to go on," Laura murmured. "I just want to kiss it forever."

"You can kiss it for a few minutes more, but not forever," Dawn giggled throatily, writhing her supple flesh a little under Laura's worshipping lips.

Finally, Laura released the clasp, and the bra went limp. She slid her arms around Dawn's body from behind, running her hands up the girl's firm, smoothly rippling abdominal muscles to her naked breasts, cupping them and squeezing them excitedly while kissing Dawn's back. She recalled that she had got a thrilling response out of Jane only recently by sucking the nape of her neck, and she tried that with Dawn too, gently pinching Dawn's large, soft nipples in her fingers at the same time.

"Oh! Aiiiyyeee!" Dawn yelped, laughing and quivering sharply. "Oh shit, that feels good!"

She spun around, groping behind Laura for Laura's bra clasp too.

"Take it off... take it off," she laughed. "It's not fair, I want to feel every bit of you too."

Laura obediently waited until Dawn could unfasten her bra too. They peeled off the limp garments now and, growing more solemn, leaned forward into each other, feeling their naked breasts press together, their mouths now meeting in a slow, smoldering kiss, a deeply emotional kiss full of sensual tongue. While kissing, they moved their upper bodies together, luxuriating in the feel of their naked skin touching. Laura could feel the hard bumps in the centers of Dawn's large nipples rubbing against her own, and feel the round, firm globes pushing into her breasts, as if she could sense every infinitesimal curvature of Dawn's beautiful flesh pressing urgently against her own trembling body.

How could I be so lucky as to have this marvelous half-naked girl in my arms? Laura wondered. What did I do to deserve this?

"I think we better get on with it because I'm getting so excited it's running down my leg," Dawn whispered in her ear. "You make me hotter than anybody ever has."

"Do I?" Laura teased, nuzzling her cheek, their faces very close. "Do you want me to fuck you?" she asked softly.

Dawn nodded, several times, slowly. "It feels so funny. I know guys wanted to. But nobody ever asked me that before. You are so different... so hot. I want you to fuck me, yes."

She drew a line down Laura's cheek with one finger. Her black eyes grew more dangerous.

"And I want to fuck you, too," she whispered. "Anybody who brings me roses"-she glanced over at them on the vanity table, drawing Laura's eyes there briefly too-"is going to get the best I have to offer."

Since they still both had their pants on, Laura took a step back, releasing Dawn from her embrace. But it was hard to let go. She appraised Dawn, her gleaming, black, shapely torso naked, starkly beautiful in contrast to her tight white pants, and shook her head in disbelief.

"You are so beautiful this way, I hate for you to take off those pants," she said.

Dawn lowered her eyelids playfully. "Maybe I'll have to take 'em off for you."

Seductively, she began to inch the zipper down. The brass button at the top was still buttoned. Laura could see the cloth of Dawn's panties appear through the zipper gap as it lengthened. When Dawn finally unbuttoned the button, a squirt of fire shot through Laura's pussy. Why am I so affected by her? she wondered.

"Let me do it," she said, stooping and reaching her fingers forward for the zipper.

With an alluring, sexy smirk, Dawn let her own hands drop away. From this position Laura was looking up at her, and she hardly knew whether to keep unzipping the zipper or just to gaze spellbound at the bulging, perfectly curved undersides of Dawn's large breasts, dangling there right above her head. Dawn's thick dark nipples glimmered, and Laura could see the jutting center nubs protruding from the semi-puffy areolas.

To top it all off, Dawn looked down at her, giving Laura her best beguiling smile, the one that showed just a hint of amusement in the tiny crescents in her cheeks at the edges of her lips. Laura wanted to drag her down on the bed and rape her. Love-rape her. Holding Dawn's black eyes with her own, she raised her hands slowly and cupped the girl's warm, naked breasts in her hands, giving them each a gentle squeeze, as if to promise that she intended to ravish them both very soon. Then she dropped her hands again to the zipper.

It had only about two inches further to go, and she quickly drew it to the bottom, then tugged the waist of Dawn's jeans down her thighs. She bent her head closer and pressed her lips to the firm, sleek flesh above the elastic waistband of Dawn's white cotton panties. Something about a delicious-looking girl in her underwear always captivated Laura, and Dawn was more delicious than hardly any other.

Laura kissed her smooth, deeply black belly, tugging the elastic band down, down with her fingers at the same time, kissing lower, pulling the panties down and over the jutting mounds of Dawn's ass, pulling them down her gleaming black thighs too. Her descending lips reached the smooth skin where Dawn's pubic hair should be. Laura had forgotten its absence but quickly remembered her mild surprise the first time she had discovered it.

Still kissing the smooth, flat skin, feeling the firm muscles of Dawn's belly pulsing under her lips, she murmured, "What happened to your hair? I want to push my nose into it."

"Robert likes it that way," Dawn replied calmly, still looking down at Laura, over the jutting mounds of her naked breasts. "He asked me to... so I did. Don't mind. Only takes a second in the shower."

"Some day you'll have to let it grow out for me," Laura murmured again, looking up at her, at the marvelous firm gourds of her breasts, inhaling the erotic fragrance that wafted up from Dawn's excited pussy, now only inches away from her lips. "I want to push my nose into it," she repeated softly.

Without replying, Dawn reached down for Laura, pulling her up and gently guiding both of them onto the bed so that they were lying face to face. She began to unzip Laura's jeans while gazing rapturously into Laura's eyes, brushing her nipples against Laura's, kissing Laura's mouth with sweet, lingering passion.

"I'm gonna push my nose into you," she whispered sexily. "Everywhere."

"Dawn... I love you," Laura gasped, surprised to hear the emotion in her own voice.

Dawn did not reply immediately. Instead, she ran her fingers through the rich, shiny chestnut billows of Laura's hair, twirling it around her forefinger. She looked down at Laura's mouth, then kissed Laura again, searchingly, ardently, heatedly.

"I love you too, Laura. And you are wrecking my life. I was happy enough with Robert before you. Now all I want to do is this."

Together they struggled out of their pants, which were already halfway down their thighs, and were finally naked. Laura could not keep her hands or her mouth still. She was all over Dawn's naked body, licking it, kissing it, sucking it, nipping it playfully with her teeth, slithering her tongue into Dawn's ear, burying her face between Dawn's breasts, wanting to drink her and swallow her, feeling a horribly urgent hunger for her. It was as if she had never seen or felt Dawn's naked body before, even though they had indulged in scorching sex at Laura's apartment not long ago, their first time.

At first overwhelmed by Laura's intense lust, Dawn quickly yielded to it willingly, smiling, closing her eyes, stretching out and surrendering her body to Laura's sharp hunger. Now Laura got her chance to worship Dawn's lovely large breasts, so plump and round and firm that they bulged at the sides as much as at the bottoms. Starting with her face buried between them, her hands holding each firm globe and pushing them into her cheeks as she kissed her way down the deep smooth valley, she moved her lips first under one, then the other, kissing the incredibly round bottom of each warm, resilient ball of flesh, moving her mouth up into the secret, sensitive crease where each breast joined the rest of Dawn's gorgeous body.

She extended her tongue and ran it slowly along the crease under each of Dawn's breasts until Dawn began to pant and moan softly. At the same time Laura's fingers were also busy, kneading the thick buds of Dawn's nipples, pinching them, lightly twisting them, her lips moving up and around Dawn's breasts, circling her nipples, making Dawn crave to have them sucked.

"Ohhhnnnn god, Laura... you do that so good to me," she panted, biting her lower lip, watching Laura's lips encircle her excited nipples without touching them.

The black, shiny areolas of Dawn's large nipples began to tighten and stipple with tiny bumps, and the thick, nubbins in the center began to surface, pointing and rigid. They wanted to be sucked, and Laura wanted to suck them.

"Yes," Dawn nodded, half-pleading, as Laura looked up at her. "Yes. Oh yes."

Laura held one of Dawn's breasts in both hands, still looking at Dawn's face, extending her tongue and flicking Dawn's nipple with it.

"Ahhh!"

"Oh... is that good?"

"Oh god, yes! Do it again!"

"Does Robert like to lick your big nipples?" Laura hated herself for being so petty, but she couldn't help it.

"Yes... but not like you do," Dawn panted, her face grimacing in pleasure. "Please suck it, Laura."

"Oh, now you want me to suck it," Laura teased her softly.

"Oh yes. Oh yes."

The skin of Dawn's breasts was very black against Laura's white fingers, which caressed and squeezed them passionately, and her nipples were blacker still, swollen and erect in the center. Laura lowered her lips to one and teased it for several seconds by tonguing and lip-pinching it, loving every micro-second of this exquisite play. Dawn was beside herself, whimpering now. Finally, Laura gave in. She opened her lips and sucked Dawn's large nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the thick bud as she drew it in deep.

"Unhhhhh!" Dawn gasped, her head falling back to the sheet.

Laura wanted to eat her alive, drink her, swallow her, consume her. Briefly, she feared Dawn might shrink from the all-consuming lust Laura felt for her and her delicious, writhing black body. But she remembered how they had fucked last time, and also remembered Dawn's description of being raped by the two men in the warehouse. Though troubled and a little confused by it, she actually liked to be treated a little roughly, and Laura could barely hold herself back.

She bunched Dawn's luscious breasts up in both hands and mouth-mauled her thick, wet black nipples hungrily, stabbing the protruding centers, which sprang up a good half-inch from the surrounding bulb, with her tongue.

"Ahh! Oh... Laura!" Dawn panted, watching Laura assault her beautiful breasts more passionately, even more savagely, than she had done the first time. "Oh yes! Unhhh!"

"I love them," Laura panted.

"Unhh! Suck harder!" Dawn gasped, her face contorted by sharp pleasure.

"Mmmm! Like this?"

"Annghiiee! Oh yes! Oh god! Yes... the other one too! Ungghiiiee!"

Laura pinched and sucked Dawn's wet, hard nipples until the girl was squirming frantically, mewling and churning under her. She could hardly bear the beauty of Dawn's twisting, squirming naked body, so sleek and glossy and dark under her hands and mouth, so responsive. She kissed her way down the rippling muscles of Dawn's stomach.

"You have such a beautiful hard stomach," Laura purred, caressing it, kissing it everywhere.

"I... used to work out," Dawn panted. "Oh Laura, I'm so..."

"You want it?"

"Oh yes!"

"Oh honey, I love your body," Laura murmured, sliding lower, feeling Dawn's thighs give way and open to receive her.

Again she kissed her way across the smooth, flat expanse of skin that would ordinarily be covered with silky black crotch hair, again smelling the bewitching, thick odors of Dawn's excited pussy wafting up into her nostrils. Finally, she reached the swollen, festering, gaping slit of Dawn's beautiful black pussy, the outer lips puffy and thick, the inner sleeve a black-lipped mouth of bright dark-pink glistening wet flesh.

Laura was overwhelmed by love for it. As she had the first time, she ran the tip of her tongue up and down in the crease between the thick outer lips and the slick, wet inner petals. Dawn whimpered helplessly, her body clenching in response.

Laura wanted to go slowly, but it seemed neither of them were able to hold back. Dawn's fingers bit into the sleek, dark flesh of her own thighs, then traveled frenetically up her squirming body to her breasts, grabbing them, twisting her nipples hard, while Laura patiently let her tongue explore the tangy-tasting creases and subtle wet folds of her delectable cunt.

"Ohhhh! Oh god... oh Laura, please!" she moaned, undulating her hips now in a slow, swirling motion that brought her streaming pussy up into Laura's busy mouth with more force.

Laura now let her tongue slide directly into the center of Dawn's oozing furrow, stabbing it in deep, then withdrawing it slowly so that the flat of her tongue slid across the swollen nub of Dawn's clitoris. This drove Dawn into helpless shudders of pleasure.

"Ahhnnnnn! Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh Laura... fuck my ass too!" she gasped, half-delirious with fuck-need now. "It makes me come so hard! With your finger... please!"

"Honey, I don't have anything to lubricate it with," Laura murmured to her, knowing that Dawn would come in seconds anyway, whether or not she had Laura's finger in her ass.

"There's oil in the kitchen!" Dawn gasped, her eyes reddened from a hot influx of desperate sex-need.

"Never mind... I've got some in my purse," Laura panted.

She had left it in the living room. Quickly, she was on her feet, dashing for it, then returning to the bedroom before the fires could die down. In almost frantic haste, she popped the small bottle of baby oil out of her handbag and unscrewed the top. She slathered one forefinger with oil and slipped back between Dawn's beautiful, sleek, deeply black, yawning thighs, again bringing her mouth down to the flaming wet cleft of Dawn's open cunt, reeling happily from the renewed smell of Dawn's delicious hot pussy odors.

Only about an inch below the bottom of Dawn's pussy was the tight, dark little hole she also wanted invaded, nestled between the bulging hard moons of Dawn's ass. Laura's forefinger was shiny with oil, and she pressed the tip of it immediately against the round little aperture, getting a response immediately from Dawn, whose moans rose in pitch, her breath coming even faster.

"Oh! Ungghh!"

Laura's slippery, oiled finger slid up into her tight little asshole, and Dawn froze momentarily, gripped by the fresh, intense sensations. Laura didn't move her finger either, wanting them both to enjoy every exquisite feeling. Slowly, Dawn's body came back into motion, undulating gently, her pelvis quivering as she bucked up into Laura's hand.

Her shiny black eyes, stricken by fierce pleasure, caught Laura's. "Oh... yes! Ungghh!"

Laura's eyes raced up and down this wonderful girl's incredible body, taking in every inch of it's silky black beauty, before she lowered her mouth again to Dawn's aching, flowing pussy, knowing now that a shattering climax was only seconds away. Oh honey, I want it to be the best for you, she thought, slithering her tongue again deep into Dawn's runny trench, and twisting the finger that was embedded now in Dawn's ass.

"Oh yes... oh yes, Laura... oh yes!" Dawn panted, now undulating more frantically, her marvelous hard abs rippling as she rotated her hips and lifted her cunt up into Laura's mouth. "Annggh! Oh... shit! Yes! Do it harder! Yes! Unghhh!"

She ran her frenzied hands up her body to her breasts again, squeezing the firm, rolling globes, twisting and pinching her large black nipples, pulling them up from the surface of her breasts, moaning and twisting deliriously now. Laura barely had to move her finger since Dawn's swirling hips made it slide easily in and out of her asshole. But Laura twisted it now and then to give an added sensation, spending most of her attention on Dawn's beautiful, streaming, dark-pink pussy, slurping and gobbling the wet slit hungrily, passionately, licking Dawn's clit so aggressively that Dawn was halfway into her orgasm before Laura realized it.

"Aaauuuunngghhhh!" Dawn cried out, a deafening groan of crushing ecstasy, her whole luscious body clenching in one horrific spasm as the full force of a powerful orgasm wrenched her. "Unmghhh! Auunngghhhh! Anngghiiieeee!"

Her cries and sharp moans filled the small room, and for once Laura had no fear that anyone would overhear them, though she knew in the back of her mind that Dawn had neighbors too. But Dawn's orgasm was so intense and lengthy, and her screams of rapture so pure and exultant and undeniably, piercingly authentic that Laura had a feeling no one could be anything but moved-and maybe aroused-by overhearing them.