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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 blonde devoured her lover on the mirror and Bette offered her body to feed Tina´s passion.

    However, Bette, cried out so abandoned and so soaked in pleasure,  that the blonde couldn’t tease anymore.

    “Now…Please, babe…give it … give it to me…” and she let two fingers slid inside Bette’s hole.

     

    The art collector reacted immediately; her right hand helped the producer to press her sex. Her body forcing itself against the demands of sex.

     

    Their eyes match at the mirror. The blonde captured the brunette’s flesh –peace by peace – and watched their dance. She watched herself penetrating – reaching – deep inside – the one she loved and her woman asked for more.

    “T…fuck ………..T… Dee…per”

    The shot of serotonin melted the blonde´s brain.

     

    But it was the mocha that slower the strokes and moves, stood up, turned, landed each of her legs at the empty spaces that the chair provided, and faced Tina, and sat, almost in her lap.

    Her sexual smile came with a caption. “You said you want me to sit here with you… You didn’t say anything about how I should sit…”

    With that said Bette searched for her lover and invaded both – mouth and sex – with her flesh.

    “Bette…Hmmmm….Ohhhh….”

    “Ti…” The brunette was under the attack: the velvetiness and the hotness of the blonde´s folds and her voice telling things from desire: “Fuck…Bette…

    Ohhhh…Babe…

    Oh…

    Bette…This…

    Way…”

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    “…Ohhhhhhhhh…fuck…babe…” That’s what Bette told Tina when the producer dug three fingers slowly and deep inside of the mocha’s hole.

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    “Christina…So ….fucking… good …”

     

    They again established a rhythm. A passionate rhythm fueled also by words.

    “I like to go deep… inside you, T…” She said in a voice of fever.

    “Fuck me …Bette…Fuck…me…”

    “T…”

    “Bette…” The blonde was the one to curl the finger and search for Bette’s g spot, first. But, gently, almost a caress, far from a stroke. The creamy skinned woman dived inside her lover while her left hand brought the mocha’s body closer – far – closer – – far – closer – – far – closer – – far – closer – – far – closer .

    “Ohhhhh…god….Bette…”

     

    They moved, alternating the rhythm. Added to the brunette’s fingers, the blonde excitement was due to observe her lover’s moves at the mirror.

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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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