Bette: “I want to warm your cold body with my skin… (kissing Tina’s lips) and feed my needs with your juices”

Tina: “I want to drink from the ambrosia of your body when we make love”

Bette: “we don’t need these gowns, baby…, just you and me in the bonfire of our love”

The girls helped each other to remove their tunics. After a deep kiss, Bette softly pushes Tina onto the sleeping bag, held her hands on the top of her head, and whispers in her ear.

Bette: “you’re mine, my love, and a vampire or not you’ll always be mine, as I’m yours”

There was a long kiss. The skin on skin, one body rubbed on the other. The spread pale legs wrapped the waist of the tanned body. With slow and forced motion the blonde’s wet pussy brushes the mound of her girlfriend.

Bette: “you’re so wet”

Tina: (trembling with hoarse voice) “for you, only for you”

Bette releases the blonde’s hands to focus her attention on one of the breasts while moving down; she takes care of the other one with her mouth. Tina groans feeling the bold mouth engulfing almost half of her breast and the skilled tongue relishing and caressing her nipple, then sucking it soft and hard and then again soft to made harder again, alternating with the other breast; while the pale legs squeezed the tanned body. Tina’s arousal is escalating and Bette’s craving is intensifying. The blonde needs to have her lover inside her, to feel her hard and deep, to surrender her body to her, to feel overpowered by the brunette, to cry with joy because that would be the only way to calm the emptiness when she’s not with her.

Bette leaves the breasts while kneeling and moves her head down, to smell the sweet perfume of her girl. Whether it is for her own arousal or the remains of Tina’s wetness on her, or, rather for both of them, the brunette is drenched.

Using three fingers, she caresses the exposed folds and the engorged clit. Tina is getting wetter; so, the brunette holds the clit with her lips, gobbles it up and sucks, and softly bites it with her fangs. Tina feels very horny and cries with joy. The blonde pushes the dark locks toward her core.