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Melinda closed her eyes and touched Émilie's head gently. My goddess, this woman, she thought. She makes me so wet by just talking… and she feels so good I think I'm going to pass out. "I… cannot lie, Emi," she says. "You feel so good and I'm so horny for you right now that I think I'm going to explode soon," she whispered as she caressed Émilie's hair.
Émilie kissed her chest between her breasts and continued her way down. She kissed her way a couple of inches at time, then licked her way one inch up and repeated it.
Melinda was panting and squirming once Émilie reached her panty line. Émilie traced the outline of her panties with her tongue, making Melinda squirm even more.
Émilie wormed herself slightly down again, pushed Melinda's legs gently apart and wriggled her body between them, pressing her face gently against her panties, right between her legs. She inhaled deeply.
"Mel, you smell so heavenly…" she says. "I'm getting so wet just from smelling you! Touching you, smelling you… tasting you makes me go wild," she said, and nuzzled Melinda's panties with her nose.
She moaned and rocked her hips against Émilie.
Émilie kissed her through the panties, then went back up, stopping to kiss her breasts on the way. She planted a hungry kiss on Melinda's lips, using all her tongue to explore her mouth. They moved their lips in sync, eyes closed, the only sound their continuous moaning.
Émilie moved her hand between Melinda's legs without breaking from the kiss. She teased her, brushing her fingers lightly on top of her panties, and then running her fingertips along the sides, on her inner thighs.
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"Oh, no you don't, not this time," she said, and grabbed both of Émilie's wrists in her hands.
She lifted them above Émilie's head, and using her legs, turned Émilie over and pinned her arms to the couch with hers.
Émilie gasped in sudden pleasure and bit her lower lip.
"You are not going to top me, not now that I sort-of know what I should be doing," Melinda said, and grinned at her naughtily. "Don't struggle, my little French bottom," she whispered and kissed her on her forehead.
Melinda moved her body slightly, so her nipples were touching Émilie's. She wiggled her upper body and brushed their nipples together, then pressed herself lightly downwards and squeezed their breasts together. She rocked herself against Émilie, then bent down and took her lower lip into her mouth and nibbled on it, slightly.
Émilie moaned loudly and tried to work her arms free, but Melinda held her tightly.
She lifted herself up and shook her head. "Ah-ah! No wiggling!" She said, and grinned. "Keep your hands there, or I'll stop," she said and sat up, astride Émilie's lower body, letting go of her arms.
Émilie first moved her hands instinctually down, then stopped. She hesitantly raised them above her head again. She panted and bit her lower lip, rocking her hips against Melinda, who smiled at her widely.
"Good girl," she said, and put her hand behind her, touching Émilie's panties lightly with just her fingertips.
Émilie's whole body shuddered and she let out a loud moan.
Melinda pressed her fingers harder against her and rubbed her softly.
Émilie squirmed and rocked herself against Melinda's fingers. She kept her hands above her head.
Melinda sat next to her and pinned Émilie's arms down with her left hand, then put her right hand on top of Émilie's pants. She slid her fingers into her panties and inches them downwards, little by little, going down her body on both sides, following her folds.
Melinda bent down and kissed Émilie hungrily, again. She sucked her lower lip into her mouth and bit it gently, while still keeping her arms pinned and her other hand busy between her legs. Émilie answers her kiss with such hunger and lust, Melinda has to swallow hard.
I don't understand myself anymore, she thought. Just seeing her squirm at my touch makes me so wet I don't think I've ever been. I don't know how I've missed this all my life — I don't know why I didn't know that I'd want something like this. Have I always been like this and…? I don't know. But I know for sure it needs to be her. She's so unbelievably sexy she's making me crazy. I want to eat her so bad, it's embarrassing.50Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyGgDY5FRbl
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"You are so amazing, Emi," Melinda said. "You look so unbelievably amazing," she said again, taking her right hand and bringing her fingers to her lips. "And you smell so incredible," she said, and took a deep breath. "And you…" she went on, licking her fingers, then shuddering in pleasure. She licked her fingers clean of all her juices. "… and you taste so… so… astonishingly good," she said.
Émilie let out a small whine and spread her legs wide, rocking her hips up and down. "Mel…", she breathed out. "Mel, please… Mel… I want… you… so badly…" she said, panting. She opened her eyes and looked at Melinda, almost pleading, her eyes filled with craving and excitement.
Melinda released Émilie's arms and she twitched, but didn’t move them away. She looked at Melinda, her lips partially open, her eyes partially closed, panting hard. "Mel, I'm so wet… I want your touch, Mel… please… touch me there, Mel… touch me…" she breathed out, panting harder.
"You are such a treasure…" Melinda said gently. "You're unbelievable and I don't know how I'm so lucky to have you here, all for myself…" she said, and ran her fingers along her body, from the back of her ears, along her neck, collarbones, and breasts, stopping along the way to make a few circles around her nipples. She continued down her belly and even further down to her panties.
Melinda positioned herself between Émilie's legs again and crawled down. She placed her hands on both sides of Émilie's butt, poked her fingers under her panties and gently pulled them down. She bent down and smelled her revealed parts, deeply. She let out a low moan and leaned ever closer, pressing a hungry kiss on her other set of lips.
"Ou—oui, oui!" Émilie stammered. She lifted her hips to meet Melinda's mouth, and her eyes rolled up when it did. "Touche-moi, Mel. Laisse ... Laisse-moi jouir. Laisse-moi jouir avec ta langue, Mel. Je veux sentir tes doigts et ta langue sur moi. Partout, à l'extérieur et à l'intérieur. Laisse-moi jouir sur ton visage, Mel ... maintenant…" she breathed out, panting.
Melinda lifted her face, looked at Émilie and grinned. "I'll let you come soon, dearest, don't worry. You can feel my fingers all over you," she said, and ran her fingers along her folds, then gently up and down her slit. She spread her lightly and kissed her little swollen nub, then swirled her tongue around it.
"Ooouuuuiiii…." Émilie almost screamed. She moved her hands to her own breasts, fondling them and twisting her nipples lightly. "Ne ... ne t'arrête pas, Mel ... proche ... ne t'arrête pas ... proche, si proche…" she muttered, her breathing hard and fast. She arched her neck backward and her hips and legs began to shake.
"You've been so very, very good, my little bottom," Melinda said, and slipped her finger inside Émilie, bending it slightly upwards to hit her upper wall. She could feel her finger being squeezed tightly. Rubbing the upper wall of her insides, Melinda brought her lips close again and sucked on her little bean, taking it into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it.
Émilie's whole body shuddered profoundly. She screamed out and exploded against Melinda's lips and fingers! As her whole body was still shaking, Melinda continued to lick and suck her and move her fingers in and out of her. Émilie, panting hard, rocked her hips faster and faster against her, then shuddered again and screamed out loud again, flooding Melinda's lips and fingers completely.
Émilie lay there, twitching and shaking completely. Melinda pulled her fingers out of her slowly, then crawled up, kissing her way upwards. She touched Émilie's cheek with her fingertips, pressing her nose into hers, their lips just fractions of an inch apart.
"You. Are. Amazing," Melinda says, smiling. She kisses her lips gently, and Émilie wraps her arms around her neck and pulls her into a tight hug and a passionate kiss.
A couple of minutes later, after Émilie managed to catch her breath, she opened her eyes and looked into Melinda's. "My turn, love," she said, and grinned at her.
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