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    The art of living #13

    Story written on October 20, 2008 by Braz.
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    Story Shortlink: https://mail.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=71330
    Author Notes:

    Bette watched while the executive rolled the chair over itself, faced Bette, sat on it and opened the creamy legs. Reveling. A liquid sex./The hazel eyed woman sipped the whisky and, before abandoned it on the floor, took a small ice cube and landed on her own right breast – areola -Nipple -and – straight to. The left nipple.




    The brunette bend herself, placed her own hands over the cold material and spread her legs.

    A little.

    More.

     More.

    Enough to Tina saw how wet  she was

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    The brunette looked to the blonde, over her shoulder. Words weren’t necessary because invitation burned its message through her eyes, yet, Bette added fuel to that pyre and her sultry voice told Tina:

     

    “Now, babe… It’s your turn.”

     

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    Tina didn’t shake to the vision. She stood up slowly, kneeled between Bette’s legs and tasted her woman with time. The executive began to slowly tongue-fucked her lover and each touch brought more of the mocha’s pleas feed her ears.

     

    There was no hurry. The brunette’s velvet flesh at her tongue and Bette’s answer, wetness, liquidated her five senses.

     

    Inside the slow dance they found passion and a rhythm. The producer’s hands pulled and pushed Bette’s ass with controlled vigor and she licked and sucked Bette     –      before she decided to stop.

     

    “Babe…” the gallery owner pleaded, contradicted.

     

    Tina disconnected her lips from her lover and stood up.

    She moved to the kitchen, took a glass and covered the scotch and the cherries, she found at the refrigerator, with small pieces of ice.

     

    Thoughts the space at the American kitchen, the blonde watched her lover waiting with her forehead rested at the edge of the marble. The legs spread; the body hanging. The weight of lust made Bette pant.

    “I like to see you this way…” The creamy skinned woman dressed only with high heels waited for those eyes to came to her. “…This way…This… mine…”

     

    The brunette confronted Tina with pools of burning oil wells.

     

    The blonde returned to the dinner room after sipped the scotch, kneeled once more, watched Bette’s sex, moisten, red, needy and brought the mouth closer. She penetrate Elizabeth’s sex with her tongue recently froze of ice and scotch.

     

    “Oh…Fuck!” Elizabeth shook to the touch. Not only because of the blonde´s mouth, but from her demanding hands.

     

    The producer substituted tongue for fingers that slid easily inside-outside-inside – inside – out –in while her left hand held Bette’s buttock opened.

     

    Tina kept the rhythm while her hand went to the glass and took one of the cherries

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    4. Hi, Braz! Each time you bring these erotic scenes, we just go numb and take notes. Hahaha Yep. Hmmm We also wrote down the Brigadeiro receipe. Sounds delicious. Could we add some strawberries there? They must taste yummy with that Brigadeiro, hn? Jeezzz! You just made our computer real hot with this story of yours. Hahaha We have missed you so much, dearest friend. Glad that you are Ok and making big decisions about your life. Changes are good, sweetie. Always. As for Tina wanting to tell Domina about wanting a complete family, it was about time! PPS Hugs and kisses on both your cheeks. – Luce & Marsh (Latin JC’s Salsa Aunties)

    5. Braz so happy to have read both stories and hope that you are well. I see that both women were very very hungry for one another and as always you write it perfectly and the last part how Tina wanted to be a family with Bette and Domina!

    7. Braz my dear – I’m so very happy to see your wonderful writing is back! I have missed all your stories as they are so filled with passion. This update certainly produced some interesting thoughts for me! Thanks for continuing to thrill us with your talent!

    8. Okay you know i’m a huge fan of Carmine lips… now you know i’m a big fan of all your fics too!!!AMAZING!WONDERFUL! as always. I love the way you write.Wish you all the best and hope i’ll see a new chapter soon. big kisses my dear Braz

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