Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

by Regina A

It’s a long, impossible day at work, and my boss Kathy seems hellbent on playing the bitch with me. But I behave myself, and by the end of the day even earn a grudging compliment from her. She even lets me go early!

I look again at the directions that Mary e-mailed me. Looks easy enough, although traffic is a nightmare. But finally, I reach the exit on 66 and make my way to her street. I look around as I pull up in front of her house. Hmmm, it’s a nice area.

Quickly, I check my makeup, wishing I’d put something sexier on that morning; I’ve got on gray slacks and a white blouse. Certainly nothing special. But I’ve a strong suspicion that I won’t be wearing clothes for long.

I try not to run up the walkway, and ring the bell. In seconds, I see Mary’s face peeking through the side window, and then she’s opening the door. I catch a glimpse of the short, floral-pattern kimono she’s wearing, but then she pulls me inside and we are kissing. It’s a very hungry kiss, and it goes on for a while. I finally pull shakily away, gazing into her grinning face. Then she leans forward and kisses me again, and I yield to her completely.

I feel her fingers fumbling at the button on my slacks, then the zipper descends and her hands are pushing down the front of my panties. Her fingers find my wet slit and begin to fondle me furiously.

“Ooooohhhhhhh,” comes from my throat, or something to that effect. It’s been way too long since someone did this to me and she knows just where to touch. I look at her and she’s grinning.

“I want you to come for me, baby. Just let it go. I can tell you want to. We’ll take things slow after that.”

I realize that I’ve been holding back, not wanting to be selfish in my pleasure, but Mary’s given me the permission I need. I lean against her for support, spreading my legs so that she can curl her fingers and thrust them inside me. It only takes a few seconds and then I am coming, screaming with joyous release as she continues to knead my pussy.

I’m weak in the knees, and she senses that. She helps ease me down to the plush carpet, and I lie there, totally spent, as she skins off my pants and panties. Weakly, I manage to unbutton my blouse as she stands over me like an Amazon warrior. Then she undoes the sash on her kimono and lets it fall open, and I gasp as I look up at her.

Mary’s beautiful, that’s my first thought, but not in a conventional sense. There are certain women who just have something about them. I don’t know how to describe it exactly. She’s a bit too plump, I suppose, to fit society’s screwed up notions of honest beauty, her bottom a little too round and full, her breasts not quite in proportion to the rest of her but capped by those puffy nipples. Mostly what I think as I’m gazing up at her from the floor is, this woman’s body is built for sex.

She leaves the silk kimono on but open, and then kneels and sits on my belly, sliding around a bit so I can feel how wet she is. She helps peel off my blouse and bra and then gives me a soulful look, gazing deep and serious into my eyes as she takes hold of my nipples. I groan as she begins to roll them between her thumb and forefinger.

“Remember what I wanted to do this morning?” she asks. At this moment, I don’t, but I am mesmerized by her. I just nod. She leans down and captures my left nipple in her mouth.

“Ahhhhhh,” I hear myself moan, as I feel her working it stiff with her teeth and lips. She stretches the nipple taut, then holds it somehow with her lips while using just the end of her tongue rapidly on the sensitive end of the tender nub. It feels unbelievably good. She does the same with the other.

“God, I want you,” I hear her murmur, and the feeling is mutual. Dimly, I’m aware of a turning of legs and torso. The end of her robe drifts across my face, and then she resettles. Her pussy is there, wet and inviting, as she slowly lowers herself onto my mouth. I can feel her hot breath near the entrance to my own pussy, but she takes her time. She seems fascinated by the bushy black hair on my mound, and I feel her grabbing it in her lips, pulling on it gently. It hurts, but in a good way.

I reach up and take hold of the cheeks of her ass and pull her pussy down tight against my mouth. It smears wetly on my face, and I search for and find her slit with my tongue. I want to make her come the way she did me, and I am rewarded with a moan of passion. I begin to tongue-fuck her, reveling in her tangy juices and wanting more.

She’s working on my clit now. I can feel her insistent tongue going flick-flick-flick on it and almost unconsciously my ass is lifting off the carpet, my body screaming for more. Trying to match her with my own tongue, I take her clit in my mouth and suck it and the surrounding flesh hard and fast, then lash her button with my tongue. Mary begins to rock on top of me, grinding herself on me, and I can tell she loves it rough like this.

My fingers get busy. I let them trail up and down the cheeks of her bouncing ass, then slide them along her sweaty crack. Then, I’m there, my fingers teasing around the stiff rim of her asshole. I hesitate, knowing this kind of thing is not for everyone, but Mary’s throaty moans encourage me to continue, and I begin to push my index finger into her anus.

Like touching a match to dynamite, she’s suddenly thrashing around uncontrollably on top of my face, a gush of juice actually spurting from her pussy. I’m drenched, but deliriously happy that I’ve made her come like that, and I don’t let up. I can feel my own orgasm starting to build even as I slide my finger deeper into her rectum, beginning to fuck her in earnest.

She’s got her tongue deep into me now; I can feel it swirling around inside, drinking me, urging me on. And then we are coming together, me screaming again but this time the scream is swallowed by the wet folds of her pussy, and more juice is gushing out of Mary.

For long minutes, we continue tonguing each other lovingly. I have an enjoyable, shiver-inducing little aftershock, but mostly we are just enjoying the closeness of the moment. Nothing could possibly be more intimate than this.

Finally, Mary climbs off her perch and turns around to face me. That’s when she bursts out laughing.

“What?” I ask. “What’s so funny?”

“You, girl, are an absolute mess. God, I’m sorry. I’m not usually a gusher but, hon, you are something else.”

I laugh, and we kiss each other. I’ve never felt this close to someone this fast, and it feels a little scary. Mary seems to understand, and we lie for a while just holding and stroking each other.

Finally, she stirs a bit. “Are you hungry, darling? I’ve got dinner all warm in the oven.”

Playfully, I reach down and cup her pussy, still moist from our lovemaking. “Yeah, I’ll bet you do, you minx. I’m famished. And I could kill for a glass of wine.”

“No reason to get that rough, baby. Coming right up. After this, that is.”

She rolls over on top of me as I spread my legs to give her room. She works her butt so that our pussies are together tight, then even tighter. It feels wonderful, then she leans down and it feels even better, nipple to nipple, tit to tit, then mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue. For several minutes, we’re just two people making love, just sharing that special joy that only comes once, the sweetness of the first time together.

Then, Mary hops up, and pads off to the kitchen. Slowly, I get myself up and gather my things. It seems silly to get dressed, but I can’t help feeling a little self-conscious being completely nude. The feeling evaporates when I walk into the kitchen, though, and gaze at Mary bouncing purposefully around the stove, her lovely tits swaying with her motions. She looks up at me and smiles, and I smile back.

“I could eat you up,” I say, completely honestly.

“Am I missing something?” she replies with a grin. “I thought you already did. Not that I mind if you come back for seconds.”

I walk over and completely make a nuisance of myself, reaching around and cupping her tits in my hands. She turns her face so we can kiss again.

“Keep that up, Carol, and we’ll never eat.”

“I’ll try to behave, lover. But I’ve got all I want right here.”

This feels good with her. Better than good. I release her and let her pour me some zinfandel.

“So what’s for dinner?” I ask.

“Mary’s Luscious Lasagna. Mama’s recipe, and it never fails.”

“Never fails?”

She turns with another saucy smile. “Never fails to bring `em back for more.”

***

Later, we’re catching our breath as we finish another bottle of wine in bed. I look down at my body, trembling and coated in sweat, and I can’t help laughing.

“Now what’s so funny?” Mary’s voice asks from next to me. I look over at her. She’s as wet as I am, and the strap-on cock she’s wearing gleams with my juices, catching the light from the streetlamp outside the window.

“I was just thinking that I don’t think I’ve ever been so well and completely fucked as I am right now.” We both burst out laughing.

“I know what you mean, darling. I think I may have worn us both out with that last one.”

“I… God, I think I love you, Mary. Is it silly to say that so soon? I’ve never felt this close to someone this fast.”

She leans to kiss me, the wet tool pushing up against my thigh. “No, Carol. It’s not silly. I feel it too. Like I’ve been waiting for you all my life.” She pauses, and grins again. “Cue the violins.” We both giggle. After a bit she speaks again, more quietly. “Now that we’ve had a good life-altering fuck…” She has to pause when we both crack up again. “Tell me about you, Carol. What makes you tick? What’s your last name?”

I’m laughing so hard now I’m crying, but eventually I stop. I know what she means. “My last name is Harding, but my maiden name is Regetti. Italian, of course. Let’s see…I grew up in upstate New York, went to college at Cornell, met my husband Rick there. We had one beautiful girl, Paula, who’s sixteen and turning into quite a handful. And, well, Rick…”

And out of nowhere, the tears start falling, and then she is holding me and rocking me, and kissing the salty tears from my cheek, hushing me. I never know where these crying jags come from, but they don’t usually last long.

I manage to blurt out the story of my dissolving marriage, and then I tell her what’s been going on with Paula. Mary turns out to be a good listener, though when I’m done I regret dumping all this on her so soon. I apologize, but she won’t have it.

“Baby, we all come with baggage. It’s part of life. And I wouldn’t worry too much about your girl. She’s just experimenting, and there’s a lot worse things she could be doing. As long as she’s doing well in school, she’s probably happy. Do you think the other girl’s — what’s her name? Jenna? — do you think her mom knows about what’s going on?”

“I don’t know. I’m having them over for a pool party and sleepover on Friday. I was hoping Pam and I might have a chance to talk about it. Say,” I suddenly have a thought, and turn to look at Mary. “Why don’t you come over too? I could certainly use the support.”

“Oh, I don’t know, Carol. I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“Don’t be silly. I want you there. Isn’t that enough? In fact, I’ve got a feeling that you and I are going to be seeing quite a bit of each other.”

She resists a bit longer, but I think it’s just for show. Friday should be interesting, I think, as I drift off to sleep in Mary’s arms.

***

“…and this is my new friend, Mary.”

I see Pam’s eyes widen a bit, as she takes in the sight of Mary on the chaise lounge by the pool. My new lover’s well-tanned curves are only slightly concealed by the revealing white bikini she has on. She’s just taken a dip and the suit clings to her body like a second skin, her nipples jutting out invitingly. Even Jenna ogles her.

“Nice to meet you,” Pam says, leaning down to shake hands. “How do you know Carol?”

“Oh, we just bumped into each other and hit it off,” Mary answers, flashing her teeth and winking slyly at me. I don’t think the other two notice.

“Last one in’s a rotten egg!” It’s Paula, bounding out of the house in her emerald bikini, her long red hair flashing in the sun. She dives gracefully into the deep end, then surfaces with a shriek at how cold the water is.

“Yeah, that’ll get us in,” Pam calls out with a laugh, but she slips off her terrycloth robe. She has on a demure blue one-piece, but she looks fabulous as always. Pam is one of those perfect blondes that make other women wince in envy. She’s a good friend, though. She follows my daughter into the pool, and Jenna is not far behind. I’m a bit surprised that Pam allowed Jenna to wear a thong bikini, but, heck, we’re among friends, and she certainly carries it off.

“Going in?” Mary asks. I have on my favorite yellow bikini, but only the top is visible, since I am wearing a sarong.

“Not now, hon,” I answer quietly. “I need to mix the drinks.”

“Oh, let me help.” I smile at her, even though I suspect she has ulterior motives.

Sure enough, no sooner do we get inside than she pushes me against the back of the door, kissing me hungrily. I’ve missed her too, and we kiss for several minutes, one eye on the water fight happening in the pool. Then she helps me with the drinks.

“I can see what you mean about Jenna,” Mary says, as we work. “She’s a sexpot. Easy to see where she gets it from, though,” she adds, looking out at Pam, who’s poised on the diving board.

“Straying from me already, are you?” I say, giving her a good hard smack on her ass.

Mary yelps, then protests, “Not a chance. You’re not getting rid of me that easily. Just thinking that, y’know, three can be fun sometimes, too.”

I burst out laughing. “With Pam? I don’t think so. She’s been married for fifteen years.”

Mary turns to look at me, a serious look on her face. “You were married.”

I just look at her, not knowing what to say. I look back at Pam. It’s hard to imagine. Certainly, I’ve never had any inkling that she might…

Mary helps me take the pitcher of margaritas out, along with the glasses. After talking it over with Pam, we decide it’s okay if the girls have a little also. We sit and joke a bit, enjoying the late summer twilight. Then I look over at Mary, and something — the drinks? The happiness I suddenly feel?–makes me speak.

“Hey, everyone. Please listen for a moment. I’ve got a little announcement to make.”

Everyone turns to look at me. I get a feeling that only Mary has an idea what I’m about to say.

“I’m sure all of you are wondering why I invited Mary to our little get-together tonight. It’s simple really. I wanted all of you to meet her. She and I…well…we’re a bit of an item. We’re seeing each other.” The others blink at me a bit uncertainly. Time for directness. I take a deep breath. “We’re lovers.”

Mary smiles at me, and comes over to take my hand, and there is an awkward moment of silence. Then Paula speaks.

“All right! Mom, that is great!”

“Yeah, Mrs. H.,” Jenna chimes in. “That’s great for you.” She turns to look at Paula, and a meaningful glance passes between them.

I look at Pam. She looks stunned. Finally, she gives me a shaky smile. “You seem very happy, Carol. I’m happy for you, too.”

There’s an odd tone in her voice. Not insincerity, but… something. She turns and walks quickly into the house. I glance at Mary, and then follow her in. She’s in the kitchen, leaning over the sink. She turns, and I can see tears flowing from her eyes.

“Pam? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. What’s wrong?”

“Oh, Carol. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to be with you in that way. Didn’t you know? Didn’t you have any idea?”

“W-what?”

“Carol, Peter and I have not slept together in at least ten years. After we had Jenna, we started drifting apart, and I started realizing, well, realizing that I was a lot more interested in other women than I’d been willing to admit. Now I know. I’m a lesbian, Carol. I’ve just never had the courage to admit it openly like you did tonight.”

Now it’s my turn to be shocked. I don’t know what to say, so I say something stupid. “Does Jenna know?”

“Yes, of course she does. She’s gay, too. Didn’t you know that she’s been sleeping with Paula?”

I gulp, knowing I can’t hide the truth from her. “Um, I just found that out.”

When I admit how I’d spied on the two of them, Pam, to my surprise, begins laughing. “What’s so funny?” I ask, trying to keep from getting angry.

“Oh, Carol, you dear sweet girl. It would have been a lot more fun if you’d just asked them, instead of going to all that trouble. I can definitely testify that it’s a lot more fun joining them in bed than just watching.”

It takes a couple of beats for the meaning of what she said to sink in. “You mean..?”

She nods. “Forgive me, Carol, but your daughter is pretty irresistible. And Jenna and I have been having sex since she went through puberty.”

I find myself suddenly clutching the sink for support, then feel a steadying hand on my back. It’s Mary. When did she come in?

“Hey,” she says. “Hope I’m not intruding.” I look at her, and I smile, shaking my head slightly. She turns to look at Pam, then takes hold of my left hand and her right. “Pam. Carol. I feel like maybe it’s not my place to suggest this, but…I think maybe we can just cut through a lot of this stuff if we just open up a bit. I’ll be frank, here. Carol and I have something special going, and I’m not about to give that up. But I don’t think I am off base if I invite you — and the girls too, if you think we should — to join us upstairs. I don’t know about you, but margaritas always get me hot.”

Pam bursts out laughing, and pulls Mary to her. They kiss, and I feel the merest twinge of jealousy.

“I like you,” Pam says. Then she leans towards me, we kiss, and my jealousy vanishes. This feels right.

Up we go, but without the girls. Maybe later, but I don’t think I’m quite ready to cross that frontier just yet.

Pam and Mary seem to be acting on some invisible plane of communication I’m not privy to. In tandem, they begin working on me, unwrapping my sarong like they’re opening a present — unsnapping the top, peeling off the bottom. Then their tongues begin working magic on me, Pam on my right, Mary on my left, circling my nipples, closing on them, making love to them. I find I can barely stand, and they help me to the bed.

Another silent agreement has them each choosing a foot to bathe with their tongues, and then, achingly slowly, they begin ascending my legs, licking every inch of me. By the time they get to my thighs, my legs are splayed completely open and I am ready for anything.

Mary moves to my pussy first, while Pam stands and peels off her suit before gracefully straddling my head with her powerful thighs. She smiles down at me, then takes hold of my hair gently, and pulls me up to press my face into her pubic triangle.

And suddenly, I feel I am exactly where I am meant to be, surrounded by the women I love. I drink deeply from the pussy of my oldest friend, while my new friend lovingly eats me. It’s been an interesting week. And I have a feeling that life will only get better.

***

When I awake, I’m alone, and my headaches. I take a few moments to orient myself, memories of the previous night slowly seeping in. I am not surprised to find that my body aches in a number of places. It’s been years since I’ve had sex like that. Pam, in particular, wore me out.

My clearest memory of the night: Pam, fucking me almost savagely with my strap-on, each thrust lifting my behind up off the mattress and making me grunt in response, my screams muffled by Mary’s wet pussy. Somehow, in the midst of this hedonistic ecstasy, I remember Mary raising herself from my mouth for a few moments, long enough for me to glance over at the door to see the two girls — my daughter Paula, and Jenna, Pam’s daughter — watching us. They were naked, and holding hands.

I remember wondering what was going through their heads, as they watched me being absolutely ravaged by the older women. It was the only moment of the night — the rest of which passed in a blur of flesh and pleasure — that gave me pause.

I longed to go to my daughter, to take her into my arms, to ask her gently what she thought of me now. But then, the two girls had walked away, hands still linked. I knew that they were heading off for their own night of pleasure.

Now in the light of a new day, I rise slowly from the bed, groaning at the discovery of new bits of soreness. Gingerly, my fingers reach behind me to explore the tender rim of my anus, which brings back another erotic flash: Mary, fucking my ass from behind while pushing my face down between Pam’s thighs, sodomizing me slow and deep while I cried tears of anguished bliss.

Carefully, I walk to the window and look out at the bright, sunny day. No one is visible out by the pool. I cock my head, listening, but cannot hear a single sound in the entire house. I put on a short terry robe, and set out to explore, suddenly anxious to find where everyone is.

On the landing, all is still. I can hear a breeze blowing through the screen door downstairs, and the distant sounds of the birds from outside. Otherwise, nothing. I move to the stairs, about to descend, when I happen to glance towards Paula’s door. It’s shut.

I hesitate, knowing she is probably in there with Jenna, but something makes me move towards the door. I press my face against it, listening intently, and am rewarded with whispers, some noises of rustling covers. Involuntarily, my hand closes on the knob and I turn it. I’m expecting to see Paula and Jenna making love, so what I see instead makes me gasp.

Jenna is in the room, but with her, instead of my daughter, are Mary and her mother Pam. All are naked, Jenna lying on her back, her head resting on Mary’s belly. Mary has her hands over Jenna’s tits, and I can see the young girl’s hard nipples poking up between her fingers as she massages them. Pam is belly down on the bed, her tongue buried deep in her daughter’s very wet pussy. She keeps shaking her head in vigorous little side motions and each time she does this, Jenna throws her head back in complete ecstasy.

I feel myself getting wet and reach down between my own thighs to rub my slit. The scene is almost indescribably erotic, and part of what excites me, I realize, is the feeling of illicitness that comes from watching my dearest and oldest friend go down on her own daughter. That she’s also done this with my Paula — as she admitted to me last night — suddenly makes me feel the slightest twinge of concern.

But is there anything so wrong about it? The taboo against incest surely is aimed more at preventing child molestation. Should the same censure apply to actual lovemaking between a mother and her daughter? Even asking the question seems absurd. Technically, both Jenna and Paula are underage, but they are certainly knowledgeable and active sexual participants.

But no sooner does this thought enter my head than I begin to wonder where my daughter can be. As if in answer to my question, I abruptly hear a new sound. It is the shower going on in the downstairs spa.

I close the lid to the laptop and move quickly but silently to the lower level. I know what I am about to do, and now I am moving without hesitation, my mind already made up. I am more aroused than I’ve ever been, knowing that I am about to make love to my own daughter.

I enter the outer spa area, where the jacuzzi, sauna, and changing area are. The louvered door to the bathroom is closed over, but not tightly shut, and I can hear the shower clearly now. I drop my robe to the floor and push open the door, letting the steam caress my body. My nipples tingle and I can feel the wetness between my legs as I walk.

Through the marbled glass, I can see Paula’s naked, lissome body, her back arched as she lets the watercourse through her long red hair. A wave of desire sweeps over me, and I open the door at the far end.

As it clicks shut, Paula’s eyes open… and when she sees me, she smiles. It’s all the invitation I need, and I move in closer to embrace her, sighing as the hot jet of water splashes against my hard nipples. I lean down, shielding her lovely face with mine, and then we kiss, a tender kiss, like many we’ve shared before, but somehow different, because we both know where this kiss will lead. She stretches up on tiptoe, pressing her lips harder against mine, and then I let my mouth open, moaning slightly as I feel her tongue enter.

For several minutes, we stand like that, letting our hands wander up and down each other’s back as our tongues dance erotically together. Then I do something that feels as though I have spent my life waiting for: I sink to my knees, lift one of my daughter’s legs to the side of the shower, and begin making love to her pussy with my tongue.

I want to make Paula come, to give her this wonderful gift of sexual release from me to her, and I feel her hand come to rest on the back of my head, pulling me gently against her, tighter, guiding me to the places she wants me to go.

It doesn’t take long. Even with the water splashing down over me, the juice from her climax feels hotter still, and I can tell that I have made her come. I smile up at her, and Paula, my beautiful daughter, smiles back.

She pulls me up, and we kiss some more, suddenly laughing and splashing in the shower now like two happy girls. I take the soap and begin to wash her, letting the soap rub across her nipples, which are poking out like little fingers from her chest. She lets me wash her, and then I help her rinse, then we climb out and dry each other off, pausing only to nip at each other with our eager mouths.

We scamper out of the spa and down the hall to the guest wing. The bed is all made up, since Pam never made it in here last night, and we pull the covers down together and bounce onto the mattress, our hands groping and caressing each other.

I push Paula gently back on the pillow and crawl between her legs. I like looking at her this way, my nostrils filled with the scent of her, my eyes just catching hers over the curl of her red pubis. I push my tongue gently into her, delighting in the sensual feel of it as I part the folds of her pussy. I lap at her, drink her, push myself hard against her so that she smears across my lips. I feel drunk with the utter, unbelievable sensation of eating my own daughter’s cunt.

I lift her legs, pushing them gently back onto her chest. Her taut bottom comes into view, and then she gasps as I lick her anus, curling my hot tongue around the rough rim of it. I seem to have discovered something that Jenna has not yet introduced to my daughter, and I can tell Paula loves it. So I give her more, letting my tongue get her asshole all wet and soft, then pushing inside and letting it swirl around and around, like licking an ice cream cone. She tastes musky and exciting, and I reach up and begin diddling her clit with my fingers.

She’s moaning now, and I begin to rub her nub in circles as I eat her asshole. Soon she’s humping it off the bed, trying to get me in deeper and deeper still. I try not to disappoint my baby.

Then she’s coming again, and this time I want to feel her. I swing my legs around fast, and manage to work into a scissors position, grinding my pussy against hers even as she’s still spasming. I keep thrusting, working Paula hard. She groans loudly as I bring her to another nice climax. This is fun.

***

We sleep for awhile, then, locked in each other’s arms, and I don’t wake for at least an hour, when I find my daughter lying full-length on top of me, her pussy near my lips, eating me. I reach up and hug her ass tightly, pulling her wet hole down to my lips, and we maneuver into a sixty-nine.

We’re still at it when the others find us, entering the room with a chorus of feminine voices:

“Here they are!”

“I thought we’d find them together.”

“Looks like someone started without us!”

They gather around the bed, and I can feel their fingers playing with us, probing, pinching, rubbing, and pulling. I lean out from under Paula, my face wet and grinning. Mary leans down to kiss me, hard, on the lips, then licks some of my daughter’s honey from my face.

“Mmmm,” she coos, “like momma, like daughter.”

I look at Pam. She’s wearing the strap-on again, and I see her move over between my legs. Paula helps her aim, and then she slides the large tool into me, making me groan with pleasure. I see Jenna lean down and kiss Paula passionately, and then the two of them sandwich my clit between their dancing tongues. Pam gets a good rhythm going and Mary reaches in to pinch my nipples.

That’s the final bit of stimulation, and then I am falling off the edge of a high cliff, spasming again and again as a tremendous, powerful orgasm rips through me.

When I come to my senses, Paula and Jenna have rolled over next to me into a sixty-nine, accompanied by Mary, who sinks her tongue into Jenna’s rectum. I look into Pam’s eyes, and she lowers her body onto mine, fucking me gently.

“Welcome to the club, darling,” she whispers, then we share a tender kiss.

The End