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Her mouth flew open against mine and she let out an involuntary groan. She was so incredibly tight, and her wetness combined with that tightness made my fingers squelch as they moved in and out of her. My fingers explored her vulva gently, trying not to get overly rough or rush things in the dizzy lust of the moment. I gave her what she wanted. Her nimble fingers undid my jeans and, with much wriggling, they moved them down from round my curvy hips.

Entering the bedroom she turned around, brought her hands up to her shirt buttons, looked up at me and simpered. The Day She Came She was delicate, feminine, romantic and scarily intelligent. Jay was shorter than me and used it to her advantage. Thoughts of what I was yet to lesbian romantic sex story to her. Jay flashed her white teeth at me in a deliciously cheeky grin.

With her slick coating of arousal it was easy to tease her labia, and widely circle her clitoris, until her fingers which had been brushing my large nipples started to pinch them instead, a vicious response to my teasing. She was delicate, feminine, romantic and scarily intelligent. A proper, loud, fuck-me-now-you-fucking-bitch groan.