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    Rainy Days

    A cool breeze blew as rain fell from the sky. It made a soft pitter patter against the glass windows. There were no lights on, the only thing illuminating the house was the moonlight that occasionally peeked through the grey clouds.

    Bette lay naked on her side on the cool kitchen tile floor, her left arm stretched flat out and supporting her head as she stared lovingly at her beautiful wife. Bette had a perfect view of her profile and gazed down her naked body admiring her soft golden locks, her luscious breasts, her tight stomach and the sweet curve of her ass.

    Bette couldn’t help but smile as she watched her wife sit on her haunches and raid their fridge. Their latest sexual marathon lasted all day and night where they fucked on nearly every surface of their house and ended on the very floor they were currently occupying. Naturally, hunger became an issue but Bette was much too tired to even move from her spot. She also figured the cold tile floor would both cool off her skin and somewhat dim the burning, insatiable desire for her blonde beauty…for the night at least.

    Considering the amount of orgasms Bette had experienced in the last 16 hours she thought she would have been satisfied. Either that or die from pleasure surely but that was never the case when it came to Tina Kennard. Bette always found herself wanting more of her golden haired goddess. Even now Bette’s clit throbbed at the thought of taking Tina against the fridge.

    Smiling widely, Tina lifted off her haunches but remained on her knees as she reached for a bowl of strawberries sitting on the top refrigerator shelf. She grabbed a can of whipped cream from the fridge door before closing it. She leaned to the side and brought her legs out from under her as she turned her body around and sat comfortably on the floor beside Bette.

    Bette smiled as she lifted her head and bent her arm at the elbow, resting her head in her hand. She looked down at the plump, juicy strawberries.

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    1. Wow!!! That was hot, amazing and well written. You got the point across. I admire your confidence and how you wear it. Thank you so much and looking forward to reading more from you.

      • I didn’t give up smoking and yeah, totally enjoying this one! Nice going to the all the strawberry and dairy farmers out there who assisted with bringing Liah craft services for this wonderful scene.

        Blackbird

    2. Wow..fucking incredible…”why the hell am i squirmming in my seat right now”…oh yea because i just read the hottest shit ever!!!!##

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