Laura's Story: An Interracial Lesbian RomanceChapter 261 free porn video

Laura did feel like she was getting a little old. Though not yet thirty-that dreadful event would happen in about six weeks-she was aware that the slang some of her younger girlfriends used, especially the teenagers, was alien to her, and their musical tastes too. When the Victoria's Secret catalogs arrived in the mail, Stephanie Seymour was nowhere to be seen in them, and the girls that were there, though sexy and attractive, seemed somehow callow, denatured, and remote, as if shot through a gauzy filter after having composed their perfect faces into masks of ethereal, impersonal allure. Definitely not the earthy, animal sexuality that SS conveyed, raw sensuality veiled in wispy lace.

Things had changed. She was moving, and some part of her old life was coming to an end. When she permitted herself to think about it, she could even envision herself settling down in this new condo with, say, Sara. Sweet, sexy Sara. Laura couldn't think of her without melting, her heart melting with love, her pussy melting with warm honey, oozing and pulsing. Maybe just her, she thought. And me. And give up the rest.

Dawn, after all, though she scintillated with magical sexual electricity for Laura, was too involved in school, and not very eager, it appeared, to abandon Robert. Randi was fickle and flirtatious, apparently willing forever to play off Rhonda, Laura, and Nate against one another. Deshona couldn't make up her mind to leave Charles, and used Laura merely as a safety valve, no matter how much she enjoyed their times together.

Why not? Laura wondered. Why not Sara?

She let herself fantasize about it, but on the other hand she knew she would not like the loss of freedom it entailed. What if Jane, for example, should drop by, the wild and wicked little thing? With her fantastic, sculptured black bottom that Laura just died to squeeze and kiss and suck and probe. What about darling Charise, who must be about to deliver her ill-gotten baby, but who was a treasure to Laura. The mere thought of her darling Inky could make her breath quicken. She could see the girl's angelic smile in her mind's eye, and see her incredibly gorgeous, wavy-lipped black pussy too, with its hot wet pink insides.

And what about all the others? She shuffled through them in her mind, all her darlings. Mavis. Darling Mavis with her burning, knowing, fuck-me eyes. Shavon, who had become a regular, who loved to squat over Laura's face, grab the rails in the headstand of the bed, and rub her pussy hard against Laura's mouth until she came in wild shrieks. And of course Shontay. And what if Kim should fly out again? What about Jonelle, or Ada? Yvette? Cecilia?

Laura had to stop. You couldn't go on like that. She knew the idea of giving them all up for a sweet, simple domestic existence with only Sara would violate a wildness in her own nature, and ultimately destroy both her and Sara's happiness. Still, when her thoughts returned to Sara, she could not rule it out.

Sara was unattached, very good-natured, and phenomenally sexy. They had spent two more nights together following their first, and the deep happiness and sexual pleasure they derived from each other was palpable. They were beautifully compatible, Laura realized, and she knew that Sara felt it too, and that sooner or later this deep love and profound compatibility would impel them both to make a choice.

For the present, however, Laura was preoccupied with moving. Her escrow had closed, and after some stained carpeting had been replaced in her new condo, she engaged a moving company and said goodbye to the Gibsons (figuratively) and all her memories. Rhonda and Yvette gave her a mini-housewarming, but since Laura was having her period, they engaged in no sex. This turned out to be fine with Laura (quel horreur! she thought; that I would turn down fucking?) since she had already decided that she and Sara would 'consecrate and baptize' her new residence together, a ceremony she had been anticipating almost since putting down her deposit.

Sara had seemed to be anticipating it too. On the appointed evening, she showed up with not one but two chilled bottles of champagne, and a short, fat candle that she called a 'love candle, ' saying it was guaranteed to burn for five hours.

"Girl, we are going to burn that candle at both ends," she winked as Laura let her in for the first time.

"But two bottles," Laura laughed. "We won't be able to find our way to the bedroom."

Sara had an inexhaustible repertoire of funny faces, and she gave Laura a new one. "Speak for yourself, Laura. I haven't ever been here before now, but I think I know where it is already. Anyway, we might want to do it in front of the fireplace."

She nodded at it, though there was as yet no fire burning. Laura took the two bottles and the candle from her and sat them on the floor by the door, unwilling to take a step away from this delectable woman. Sara was again wearing her red wig, which she had told Laura made her prettier and sexier. Laura could not disagree, though she found her wildly sexy anyway.

"In that case, we won't need the candle," she murmured sexily, taking Sara in her arms. "I want us to have the first kiss in this new place... right now."

"Be careful," Sara winked again, offering her impossibly sensual lips. "You light a fire in me, you may never get around to lighting one in the fireplace."

Laura's lips brushed Sara's. "Ask me if I care," she breathed.

They might have expected the kiss to incinerate them but their emotions took over, and instead it became a slow, warm, welcoming, then slowly simmering one, their lips curving together in agonizingly sweet harmony, their tongues not frantically stabbing but coiling and stroking in a slow rhythm of intense feeling. Near the end of it, Laura dropped her hands to Sara's firm, substantial ass and dug her fingers into it through Sara's skirt, making Sara grin as their lips finally came apart.

"Can't keep your hands off that big booty, can you," she cracked softly.

"You melt me inside," Laura whispered. "I'm all runny and quivery."

"Not yet," Sara shook her head sensibly. "No... not yet. I've got something to show you first."

Now Laura noticed that Sara had also brought something else, which looked like a coffee table book, snugly grasped under one arm. She had not dropped it while they were kissing, which Laura considered a feat in itself. She half-dragged Laura over to the sofa, the same long white sofa Laura had previously placed in front of the 'view' window in her old apartment, the sofa on which she had seduced so many lovely women-but never Sara.

Gesturing around the living room of the condo in wonder as they sat down, Sara waved her hand at the walls, the carpets, the furniture. "God, what a great place. Laura, you must have a great job to be able to afford all this. I'm so proud to know you, lady."

Laura put a hand on Sara's knee, bare and shiny where her skirt had slid up. Sara playfully brushed it away. She looked in the table of contents of the book, then turned to a specific page.

"Look." She sat back. Her large breasts bounced a little, only fanning Laura's lust further. "Quit looking at my titties, you horny devil. Look at that." She pointed at the open book.

It was a photo gallery of supermodels, and staring out at Laura from the open pages was Stephanie Seymour, nearly naked, as usual. In one picture she wore a delicious blue bikini, and on the facing page she wore a thong and a champagne lace bra that dipped low. Her facial expression, as it often did, seemed like a bright glare of brassy, unashamed sexual invitation, as if she were beckoning anyone looking to just try and fuck her and see what they got for it.

"You see it, don't you?" Sara asked. "She's you. You're her. God, I feel like I'm sleeping with a supermodel."

Sara was beaming like a kid on Christmas morning. Laura hardly knew what to make of it.

"You like me because I look like her... or you like her because she looks like me?" Laura asked, tentatively, feeling suddenly shy and embarrassed.

Sara could see that Laura was uncomfortable, the opposite, apparently, of what she had expected, and she made another funny face to ease the tension.

"I don't even know her," she said. She flipped the book shut. "I like you. I don't even know her."

"I met her once," Laura said, abstracted. "At a party in New York. She hated me for looking like her."

Sara inched herself closer to Laura on the sofa. She picked up Laura's hand, which she had earlier brushed off her knee, and put it back.

"I've had that book for years," she murmured. "I found it the other day after you and I were looking through those old movie books I've got."

Sara was a devoteé of old movies, and she and Laura had stayed up late watching them both of their last two times together.

"Old is right," Laura said, glumly, standing up and flipping the book closed with one hand. "She and I are both ancient history by now."

"Not to me, you're not." Sara reached up with both out-stretched arms. "Come back here."

Not on this sofa, Laura thought. I've fucked too many other women on this sofa. Not you. You're too special for that.

"I'm going to get some champagne flutes," she said, flirtatiously, picking up the bottles and the candle from the floor by the door where she had left them. "Then I'll meet you in the bedroom. If you can find it."

Sara grinned back, getting to her feet too. "I don't know how to play the flute. Are we going to make music?"

"Mmmm, what do you think."

Sara flirted back. "I know how to play a few other things, though."

Laura had the fat candle already lit, and was just starting to open one of the bottles of champagne, wrapped in a towel, when Sara finally sauntered almost idly into the bedroom. She had kicked off her shoes and was slowly unbuttoning the buttons on her blouse, behind her neck.

"Hey, Laura, you've got two bedrooms in this place," she said, smiling. "One for me too." She made another hysterically funny face. "Just kidding. You wouldn't be able to stand my bad habits."

"Such as?"

"I don't wash between my toes as often as I should."

"Please don't do that," Laura said, indicating Sara's hand that was still reaching to unbutton her blouse. "I want to do that."

Sara flirted. "What a sweet thing to say. You really do like this short little body, don't you."

Laura, momentarily flustered by Sara mentioning, even jokingly, that the second bedroom was for her, when Laura had been musing curiously about that very thing for days, suddenly popped the champagne cork, then caught the small froth that escaped with the towel.

Sara came over to her. "You don't have to answer that." She extended one finger and got it wet with the foam, then placed it between those incredibly sensual lips, sucking it clean. "Say, you're a pretty good champagne popper. You didn't spill hardly a drop. Don't you love it when it goes 'pop'? I can feel it way up inside my cunny when it I hear that."

This time when Laura looked up, their eyes caught and held in a throbbing closed circuit. God, we may not even get to the toast, Laura realized, swallowing. For some reason, she felt her desire for Sara become about ten times hotter than she had ever felt it before. Her hand even shook slightly as she set down the bottle and towel on the bedside table.

The two champagne flutes sat next to it. She took one and gave it to Sara, the poured champagne into both of them, putting the bottle down and picking up the second flute.

"A toast?"

"Let me make the toast." Sara raised her flute, solemn for once. "Here's to the best friend I think I ever had... and her fantastic new place. May we-"

"Too long," Laura teased, clinking her glass against Sara, interrupting her. "I can't wait to get you into bed."

Sara looked at her dreamily. "I meant it."

"I know you did. You're embarrassing me with all those nice words. Okay, here's my toast... much shorter." She too made a funny face at Sara. "I propose that we initiate this condo by each of us getting what she wants most." She leaned closer and clinked Sara's flute with her own. "You know, tell me what you want the most."

Sara giggled as they drank. "You know what I want?" she said, fetchingly bashful for once. "I want to get rammed. Just seeing that champagne go off like that in your hands... it just made me want to get drilled, know what I mean? You ever feel that?"

Laura grinned and nodded. "Yes."

"Don't you lesbians have those dildo things..." She stopped. "Ooops! God, I said it. The bad word." She gave Laura a mocking moue. "And I'm one too, aren't I? It's as bad as calling yourself a nigger, right?" She composed her face carefully, assiduously, into a very serious mode. "Don't we lesbians have those dildo things. I mean, don' t you have some kind of toy you can use to drill me?"

With a mysterious, playful little smile of her own, Laura set her glass on the table, went over to the new oak chest of drawers she had bought and opened a drawer. She now kept all her toys and implements here instead of under the bed, though she still had stashed the rope there since it was too long to fit easily within the drawer. (She had actually thought of throwing it out altogether but then thought, 'Oh, you never can tell... ')

She took out the strap-on dildo that was identical to the one Rhonda and Yvette had used on her and one another, the one she had purchased from the web site to which Rhonda had directed her. It was, in its way, a beautiful thing, deep brownish-red like cherry wood, and ringed from top to bottom by convex ribs, with an extra-bulbous appendage at the end. (She closed the drawer quickly so that Sara would not glimpse the Double Penetrator, which only she and Dawn had used, feeling that she would never even hint at employing such a monstrous and exciting device on Sara, at least not at this early stage in their friendship.)

Sara's eyes widened. "See, I knew you'd have something." She took it from Laura, running her fingers all over it, down into the shallow valleys between the ridges, rubbing the bulbous head with her fingertip. "Ooooeee," she said softly, "I'll bet this thing can send you into a parallel universe."

Laura swallowed. "I think that's the idea," she murmured, feeling overwhelmed by thrilling sexual hunger for Sara.

She moved adroitly behind Sara and raised her hands. Sara had already unbuttoned two buttons, and Laura unfastened the rest, slowly, very slowly, kissing the dark brown skin that became available as each button left its buttonhole. At the bottom she had to tug the blouse free of Sara's skirt. Then she knelt and pressed her lips to the deep groove of flesh where Sara's spine disappeared below her belt.

"That tickles," Sara panted softly.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"I'll give you about three hours to stop."

Laura, rising again, let her lips travel up the increasingly shallower groove of Sara's spine until they reached Sara's bra strap. With both hands, she skimmed the loosened blouse forward so that it drooped from Sara's shoulders, then slipped down her arms and fell to the floor at her feet.

Sara did not wear fancy underwear, just plain white cloth and no lace or erotic dips and curves, but Laura found her enchanting like this. I guess I'm just an underwear fanatic, she thought.

"Seeing you in your underwear really gets me hot," she confessed, leaning closer again, kissing Sara's shoulderblades, and then tickling her earlobe with her tongue.

Sara threw her head back with a throaty laugh, enjoying Laura's attentions, luxuriating the feel of Laura kissing her neck. "Then I better be sure to wear it every time."

"Just so I can take it off," Laura murmured, raising her fingers to Sara's bra clasp.

Slowly Sara turned to face her, uptilting her mouth. Laura's mouth caught it eagerly. She had unfastened the bra, which now drooped. Laura took the strap-on dildo out of Sara's hands and flung it onto the bed. Then her fingertips skimmed the limp bra too off Sara's bare shoulders.

Sara squinted comically and giggled at Laura, now cupping her naked breasts in both hands, pushing them up with her palms underneath each full globe. "Oooo, I hear them. 'Suck me... suck meeeee!'" she giggled, using her faraway, high-pitched voice.

Laura was usually overcome by the beauty of each woman's naked breasts, all so differently shaped and exquisitely lovely, even when they barely existed, like Jonelle's or Taneesha's. But she had to wonder if Sara's weren't really up there at the pinnacle: the most beautiful she had ever seen, with their firm, oval shape and large, dark, soft nipples, flecked with bumps. She brushed her lips against Sara's cheek, dropping her hands to them, running her thumbs over the wide, silky nipples.

"I think I hear them too," she whispered.

Cradling the firm globes in her own palms now, she lowered her face to one luscious breast and ran her tongue all over Sara's large nipple. Sara could not prevent a small gasp of sexual excitement from escaping her lips.

"Hhhhhhh!"

Unable to wait, to tease her longer, Laura sucked the entire large bulb into her mouth, sucking it in deep, and lashing it with her tongue at the same time. She could feel Sara's body quiver, and her knees weaken.

"Ohhhhh! Oh god... Laura, oh that feels good! Oh! I think I'm going to have to sit down... you're making my knees fail."

Laura released her nipple. "I love your big nipples," she murmured, looking up at Sara, her eyes throbbing. "I just want to swallow them."

Sara looked quickly over her shoulder. "God, what a huge bed. We gon' romp, girl. Here, lay me down and suck the other one. It's getting jealous."

Laura was already unzipping Sara's skirt and quickly trying to wriggle out of her own clothes at the same time. Sara helped, skimming her panties down in a single motion and kicking them free as Laura shed her own jeans and tore off her own panties. She grabbed Laura's hand and pulled her down on the bed.

"Don't you want to take the bedspread down first?" she whimpered, her dark eyes swirling and burning. "And turn off the light?"

She was right, Laura realized. The light was still on, though the candle was burning too. "I'll get the light... you pull down the spread," she panted, rolling off the bed and dashing for the switch, hearing Sara behind her rip the bedspread down to the end of the bed.

They were both giggling happily and excitedly as Laura rejoined her, now on top of the sheet.

"Laura, you have to get one of those remote control thingees you can use to shut off the lights from over here," Sara laughed as Laura again took both of her breasts in her hands. "Now, suck the other one... I told you it's getting jealous."

"Mmmm, I'm not finished with this one yet," Laura said, devouring the same nipple she had been sucking moments ago, this time more voraciously than before, causing little squeaks of pleasure and dismay to rise out of Sara's throat.

Laura continued to mouth-maul Sara luscious breast for another minute or two, now holding the firm globe in both hands and squeezing it while she sucked it creatively. Sara moaned but made no objection. She was panting very rapidly by the time Laura looked up.

"You suck hard, girl," Sara panted, eyes pulsing, mouth slack. "Ain't no one every sucked 'em that hard, even you. I think I could come before you even drill me."

"You better not," Laura grinned.

Sara's eyes rolled up as Laura attacked her other breast in the same passionate way, mauling and sucking it hungrily.

"Ohhh... shit... oh yes!" she gasped, her head falling back. "You can even bite it a little, if you want."

"Like this?" Laura bit her large, bulbous nipple gently, teasingly.

"Ahhnnnnn! Oh yes! Unghhh! Oh yes, Laura... oh yes! Just a little. Not hard. Oh... harder!"

Both of them, Laura realized, were becoming wildly aroused. In the soft candlelight, Sara's curvaceous, writhing naked body was infinitely desirable to her. She also realized, since this was the first time in her new place, that Sara's mewling and moaning, which was already pretty loud, didn't alarm her in the slightest, a feeling that overjoyed her, leading her even to make Sara yelp a few times, as if she were exulting in the soundproof privacy they now had.

"Aiieee!"

Sara lifted her head with effort, looking at Laura, her dark eyes watering and swirling with sex and disbelief.

"I'm sorry, did I do it too hard?" Laura asked, actually concerned, having forgotten herself.

For a split second, Sara looked like she did not understand the question. Then, she quickly shook her head, her red bangs sweeping back and forth on her forehead, mysteriously fanning Laura's lust to an even higher pitch.

"Do the other one," Sara cawed, before her head fell back again. "Ohhhh!"

Laura did, moving her hands and lips to Sara's other breast, sinking her teeth gently, then not so gently, into the soft-spongy bulb of Sara's marvelously silky black nipple. Sara groaned and arched her back. Her hands fluttered around Laura's head.

"Ohh! You better ram me... Laura," she panted, semi-hysterically, overcome by the intense pleasure Laura was inflicting on her breasts. "I'm getting pretty close... already."

"Oh, not yet," Laura purred. "I can't stand to do it before I lick that pretty pussy."

"You better to get to lickin' quick, then, girl. I'm about to go pop."

"If I lick you, will you come?"

"I might."

Still, Laura could not resist. She had become well-acquainted with Sara's small, plump, fleshy cunt during the past few weeks, enchanted still by the small, silvery ring that dangled sexily from Sara's clitoral hood, the 'captive bead ring, ' which Laura now thought of as Sara's 'pussy ring, ' since she had no idea how 'captive' got into it. What could that mean, anyway? But it was a devilishly wicked little ornament, and she loved flicking it with her tongue and sometimes tugging it gently with her teeth, just to tease and excite Sara.

Still twirling Sara's large, damp nipples in her fingers, she began to kiss her way down the girl's smooth stomach, when Sara suddenly grabbed Laura's head with both hands, pulling her up so forcibly that Laura had no choice but to obey.

"I'm not kidding... I'll come," she said, almost desperately, staring straight into Laura's eyes. "You can lick it later. We've got all night."

Looking into her eyes when they were like this, pulsing and hot and overflowing with throbbing sex-need and vulnerability and appeal, made Laura ache with love for her. She nodded.

Quickly, she disengaged her body long enough to slip into the strap-on harness. Even though she was in a hot, expectant sexual trance, Sara could not suppress a small smile as she watched the long appendage bobbing and swaying while Laura fixed it in place.

"Laura, nobody as beautiful as you ever did this to me," she sighed, almost bashfully, but with a little mockery of them both too.

Holding the bobbing dildo in one hand, Laura grinned back and knee-walked across the mattress back to her. "How do you want it, my love?"

Sara smiled mysteriously at the word. They had not used it between them except in casual, passing jests, like this, but it was growing in significance each time, as they both knew.

Sara's voice became thick, clotted with heavy sexual freight. "I want it from behind... but I can't come that way. Only almost. I can almost get there. Then turn me over and really pump me."

She turned over onto her stomach as she was speaking, and Laura, who could not keep her hands off Sara's warm, firm brown flesh, was reaching for her even now, caressing her back and shoulders, running her hands down to Sara's round, substantial ass, letting her fingers dip under the bulging moons.

"I'm a miracle worker," she murmured, crawling into position as Sara elevated her rump a little to make her shiny, wet, glistening vagina available. "How do you know you can't? I can do anything."

Sara grinned back over her shoulder. "I'll bet you can. But I know my own body. I can't come that way."

Laura, never one to turn down a challenge, made a mental note that one day she was going to make Sara come in this position, if it killed her. But for the present, she was throbbing with love for her and wanted to give her precisely whatever she requested. Her fingers caressed the swelling dark brown moons of Sara's ass lovingly, and then, using one hand, she guided the dildo down and pushed it slowly into the sopping-wet, splayed crease of Sara's receptive pussy.

"Uhhhhh!" Sara gasped, almost inaudibly, as the long shaft slid easily into her. "Oh yes!"

"Is it too deep?" Laura asked softly, again stroking Sara's magnificent bottom, digging her fingers into the jouncy flesh.

Sara shook her head, eyes shut, face transfixed. "My pussy looks small... but it's pretty deep," she panted. "I had a guy once with a cock even longer than that one, and he fucked me like a jackhammer. Never even hurt."

This was the kind of comment that curdled Laura's guts when she heard it. She could feel an instant flame of jealousy leap up inside her, which was unpleasant as well as embarrassing, since she knew it mattered little to this moment what Sara had experienced in the past. She began, still holding the dildo with the fingers of one hand, to push it in and pull it out, gently fucking Sara, letting a sensual rhythm develop between them, a rhythm of intimacy and connection and deep, subterranean sensual communication. I want her to love it, Laura thought, concentrating. I want her to love it and... oh, forget about anybody else who ever did this to her.

Ashamed of herself for this weakness, this minor, flaring jealousy she felt, Laura swept it aside and turned every bit of her attention solely to Sara, to her luscious, desirable body, and to the expressions of pure bliss and sexual transport that passed across her face as Laura continued to fuck her slowly.

"Ohhnnnn..." Sara groaned softly. "I can feel every one of those little rings on that cock when you push it in like that. Unghhhh! Oh yes... Laura... do it slow like that... yes! Ungghhh!"

Laura leaned forward over her, momentarily pressing her own dangling, naked breasts into Sara's back, whispering in her ear. "I love fucking you like this... I love to fuck you..." she breathed.

Sara, her eyes closed, smiled. "I love it when you suck me... and fuck me," she gasped softly, biting her lower lip. Her eyes suddenly opened, and a grin broke out on her face. "Hey, I'm a poet!"

Laura kissed the backs of her shoulders, pushing the red hair of the wig aside and licking the nape of her neck, which made tremors run through Sara's body.

"Ooooohhhh, that feels good! You can fuck me a little harder."

In this position, leaning forward, pressing her own body down into Sara's back, Laura could bring her other hand up too, since she could not withdraw the dildo from Sara's pussy far enough to lose control of it. Her strokes were shorter, and they seemed to arouse Sara even more. She groaned softly, her eyelids fluttering, and swirled her groin back into Laura's thrusts.

"Yes... unnhhhh! Oh yes!" she panted, periodically letting her eyes turn up to Laura's, her lovely face showing more and more the intense sexual pleasure that was filling her body.

Now with both hands Laura grabbed the back of her neck and began to massage it passionately while she gyrated her hips, pushing the long strap-on cock deeper into Sara's cunt with each plunging thrust. Their rhythm had now changed, but it was still a rhythm, completely felt and understood by each of them, not a wild, flailing, uncontrolled motion but instead a fluid, regular rocking that brought their increasingly urgent bodies together and apart, until, Laura realized, they were both shaking and keening with a fierce need that took over their slow rhythm and made it a surging, moaning fury of hot love.

Sara was sublimely beautiful to Laura as she quivered and grimaced under her deep-plunging thrusts. Laura had been fucked by the same dildo and knew that by now, feeling these deep thrusts, she would be wincing and yelping, but Sara was right about the apparent depth of her pussy, and she did not betray the slightest pain, only a sharp, almost unendurable pleasure as the dildo pierced deep into her squirming, rocking body.

Suddenly, she turned her head, opening her eyes, and looked back over her shoulder at Laura. "Turn me over!" she gasped. "I'm going to come!"

Laura didn't wonder. The surprise was that she had not come already. "Why don't you just go ahead this way... ?" she asked softly.

"Turn me over, Laura! You promised!"

Sara was trying to turn over by herself, throwing Laura off her back. Her dark eyes were flaming. Laura had never seen her so sexually overwrought and frantic. Oh god, she is going to come! Laura realized.

Unable to resist the shocking force that was pulling them toward Sara's orgasm, she quickly extracted the dildo from Sara's pussy and helped her turn over onto her back. Sara's marvelous breasts rolled and yawed, her huge black nipples swelling and gleaming, and Laura could not wait to get her hands and mouth on them again as she nestled between the girl's spread thighs and quickly slid the wet dildo back up into her splayed, flowing, red pussy.