A little experimentation couldn't hurt

"So how about it?" She asked, gently pushing you onto your back, and straddling your waist, hands resting on your breasts more than fondling them, "Want mama to show you how two girls can have a good time?"

Starved for human contact, you nodded slightly, before thinking better of it. Before you could stop yourself, she had her mouth planted on yours in the most erogenous kiss you had ever experienced. You had never been with a woman before and none of your boyfriends had ever been able to get your engine revving anywhere near as well as Sam was with just one kiss. The moment takes you by surprise and you find yourself growling into her mouth. She responds by swirling her tongue around yours in ways normal humans just.. couldn't. In a matter of seconds you were putty in her hands.

She lets go of one of your breasts, to snake her hand down your stomach, and further around to the inside of your thigh. Repositioning your leg over her hip, she straddles your other thigh, her moisture now soaking you. You struggle to keep up, hands hesitantly loosening to hold her by the midsection. The hand she held on your breast stroked and manipulated your frantically heightening libido in ways you could never have imagined by yourself, while her other hand teased and tormented your legs, never quite straying where you needed it to, and never staying where you wanted it to.

The next shock comes when she breaks the kiss by gently nibbling your tongue, then releasing it. Fresh air in your lungs comes as a sharp contrast to her warm breath, but it doesn't stay there long as she moves her nibbling teeth down your jawline to the flesh on your neck, to your ear, back down to your shoulder. So distracted are you by her teeth, that you don't even notice her grinding tightly on your thigh, or her fingers pressing and prodding inside you, until she bites into the bone of your shoulder in orgasm, scratching your nipple and clit with her nails, and forcing you to crash through your orgasm right after her.

When you come down from your high, you guess by the pain that she might have drawn blood from any one of her claw or teeth marks. You glance over at the face of the woman breathing heavily on your shoulder, her eyes meeting yours, a small smile forming on her lips.

"That was some great foreplay," She says through pants, "How are you feeling for round two?"