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Chapter 11 by TalesInTemptation TalesInTemptation

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Lisa 69s Natalie

Aiden stood frozen with his pulse thudding in his ears. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. And whatever shred of doubt he’d still been holding onto was gone.

Lisa moved with fluid confidence, having swung her leg over Natalie and reversing her position with practiced ease. She settled over her, calves tucked on either side of Natalie’s head, her wet core hovering just inches from her mouth. Natalie slid down the bed slightly to make room, as her heart was pounding, hands instinctively finding Lisa’s hips as the petite woman began to lower herself.

Her scent hit Natalie instantly, it was intoxicating, and thick with arousal. It flooded her senses in the best way, drawing her further into the moment even as the toy beside her rolled into the bend of her elbow with the shifting of the bed. A subtle nudge, a reminder that it was there. Waiting. Ready to serve its purpose as soon as she was.

Above her, Lisa shifted slightly, adjusting her balance as she settled into place. The smooth, pale skin of her thighs framed just above Natalie’s face, the muscles soft yet firm against her cheeks. Her legs were slender, leaving just enough space for Natalie’s arms to wrap around them with ease, an invitation to come down the rest of the way.

Lisa leaned forward, bracing herself with one hand near Natalie’s hip while the other slid down with practiced intent, parting her folds with her fingers and finding Natalie’s slippery entrance. She moaned again, this time with clear satisfaction, from the confidently stroking fingers moving back into that relentless rhythm that had Natalie gasping into the space between Lisa’s thighs.

Above, Lisa felt Natalie’s lips make contact when she’d lowered herself. They were light and feathery as they brushed over her, kissing and sucking gently at her folds. Her sensitivity growing until she ground her hips slowly, her sex brushing Natalie’s mouth with a needy and increasing pressure.

“You better use that toy soon,” she breathed. “Because I’m not sure how long I’m going to last.”


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