I have a pretty present partially unwrapped in my living room. Read on for some more fun erotic lesbian story time.
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My Pretty Present, An Erotic Story (Part Three)
“What am I going to do with you?”
I wiggle my hips on your lap and dodge your warm mouth as you try to get ahold of a nipple. I cover your mouth with one hand, giggling, and you let me keep both of your arms pinned above you with my other hand.
I grind on your jeans and tell you how hot you are and exactly what I’m going to do to you. You tilt your head back and I tell you to stay like that. You obey. I remove my hand from your wrists, and use it to tug your tank top down.
Your gasp is muffled by my hand and I drag my tongue down your neck, kiss your collarbone and then I go for your left nipple with a quick flick of my tongue. You moan and I grin when I see your eyes roll to the ceiling.
“Ohh you like that?”
”Mhmmm” you squeeze your eyes closed, settling into the moment.
I grip my hand over your mouth tighter and move to your right nipple. I devour this one sucking and licking as you lean even further back. Submitting to me. I graze you with my teeth and you arch your back, almost whining in pleasure.
I need both of my hands now, so I tell you to put yours behind your back. You smirk and do as you’re told.
”Good girl,” I purr and lock my lips onto yours. I grab both of your heavy breasts—one in each hand. I push them up and towards you and press my body onto you, my mouth never leaving yours. You moan into my mouth as one of my hands slides down between your lovely tits towards your belly button. Your skin is smooth and soft and I have an urge to scrape my nails down your torso. But I use a gentle touch. Maybe I’ll do that later.
My fingers slip below the waistband of your jeans. I snicker into your neck because I know you’re dying. I stick my tongue in your mouth and you whimper. Pleading.
Despite my urge to rip off your pants and dive into your underwear, I continue my teasing. I replace my mouth with my hand again and stick my thumb in your mouth. You groan and move your tongue over and suck with all your might. I kiss and lick and bite my way down the middle of your body. I grip the top of your jeans in my mouth and wonder if I can get them open with my fingers occupied elsewhere.
I decide I might need two hands. I pull my hand away from your mouth and pinch your left nipple. Your shriek scares me a little and I jump. We catch each others’ eyes and start cracking up. You bend over laughing and put a hand on my back as I giggle into your knee. I love how we can switch so quickly from hot and heavy to silly and fun.
“Sorry,” you giggle, “but it’s kind of your fault.”
“Oh my, are you getting sassy with me?” I coo and gently bite your lower lip.
Then, both of our phones buzz.
