Sensual kissing

"Have you been with a woman before, Joy?" Mrs. Cleft whispers breathily in your ear.

She kisses your ear, gentle warm pecks that send shivers up your spine.

"Y-yes," you answer truthfully.

"Mmm," she nuzzles against your ear. "A naughty girl."

Mrs. Cleft unfolds her arms and runs her hands over your breasts. She presses more tightly against your back as she grazes your hard pink nipples with her palms.

"Was she one of your friends?" Her tongue flicks out and traces the ridges of your ear. "Was she just a girl?"

"Yes," you reply, remembering a fumbling and torrid night with your friend Megan a little over a year ago.

"Then you have never been with a woman," Mrs. Cleft whispers.

Her thumbs and fingers find each of your nipples, pinching and tugging on them just hard enough to send jolts of pain and pleasure through your body. She nibbles at the lobe of your ear.

"Do you want me to make love to you, Joy?" She gasps the question into your neck as she trails kisses down to your shoulder.

"Yesss," you reply and reach back to place your hands on her hips.

"Mmmmm," she kisses and licks your shoulder. "Turn around."

You obey her, totally at her mercy. Mrs. Cleft's lusty gaze travels up and down your naked body. You make no effort to cover yourself.

She leans against you again, her thigh between your legs, her weight pressing you back against the dryer. She cradles your face in her hands and smashes her lips against yours. Mrs. Cleft's tongue flicks out to trace across your lips. You open your mouth and answer her, thrilled by the sensual warmth of the older woman's kiss. Her tongue probes your mouth urgently, your's plunges into hers, tasting a hint of citrus.

Mrs. Cleft left hand slides down from your face, her fingers trailing over your shoulder and the swell of your breast. She teases your nipple as you kiss, back and forth, her fingers flicking and pulling at your hard pink bud. She breaks the kiss, gasps, plunges back in and drags your lower lip in her teeth.

"Tell me you want me," she says, hot breath on your face. "Tell me: 'Mrs. Cleft, I want you to fuck me.'"

"Mrs. Cleft," you kiss her and then pull back, "I want you to fuck me."

She squeezes your breast in her hand and smiles. She covers your mouth with hers and forces her tongue between your lips. Her thigh grinds against the damp crease of your pussy. You know she can feel the wetness against her skin.