Scandalous Lesbian Relationship

okay lesbian sex (NSFW)

I groaned softly into her mouth, my hands gripping onto her T-shirt.
"You're a good kisser, darling. Tell me, would you like me to make you feel better?" She asked, her lips sensually brushing against my ear.
"Yeah. Please," I whispered, feeling slightly flustered. I saw her grin widely as she stroked up and down my arm with the utmost gentleness.
"Come and straddle my lap, sweet thing," she instructed me, her hands guiding my thighs as I obediently followed.
"Good girl. Now, how would you like to be taken care of today, hm? I think you'd enjoy it if I used my fingers. What do you think, sweetheart?" She murmured into my ear, her voice sweet and thick like honey, dripping with viscous desire. I couldn't help but blush, her sweet yet suggestive words enough to soak me. I looked down at her hands, her fingers being significantly bigger than my own; that made me nervous.
"I'm not sure, your fingers are really long. I'm not really used to taking anything bigger than my own, really. And I know I've had sex with men before but their.. tools weren't particularly impressive. But I can um.. try," I rambled on nervously, my cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

"Poor baby, it's okay. If you do want to try, we'll go extra slow and make sure that you're nice and wet so that I don't hurt you, okay darling?" She said softly, cupping my cheek with her hand. I stared at her as if she was god herself, some celestial being sent from he heavens to solve my problems. She smiled at me warmly.
"If you don't want to do that, which is absolutely okay, then I can give you some sweet kisses on your pussy," she added, a cheeky grin adorning her perfect face. She giggled as she watched my face flush again, wrapping her arms around my waist.
"Layla, I think I want to try taking your fingers," I whispered, feeling slightly awkward.
"Okay my darling, why don't we get ourselves undressed?" She suggested, kissing my neck.

I got off of her lap and began to pull the zip on my skirt down.
"No, darling. Let me do that for you," she whispered, guiding my hand away so that she could take the pleasure of undressing me herself. My stomach was in knots while I let the most gorgeous, sexy woman I had ever seen prepare to touch me in ways I couldn't even imagine. I couldn't help but leave soft kisses on her neck.
"Are you feeling affectionate today?" She giggled, stroking the back of my head. My skirt dropped around my knees as I kneeled on the bed, leaving me in just my underwear and small, cropped sweater. I pulled away from her neck and lifted my sweater over my head, tossing it to the side.
"Not wearing a bra? How naughty of you," she teased, her strong hand wrapping around my waist. I felt my cheeks heat up, I had completely forgotten in the heat of the moment.

"Such a pretty girl," she whispered, her hands moving up and down my torso, purposefully avoiding my boobs. I laid down in the center of the bed, bearing myself for her in such an intimate way, allowing her to pleasure me in every way that she saw fit. Pure arousal flowed through my veins, filling me up like I so desperately wanted her fingers to. I watched eagerly as she pulled her T-shirt off, and then her shorts, leaving her almost as exposed as I was.
"Do you like it when I wear lingerie, pretty girl?" She crooned, her fingertip tracing my jawline as she hovered over me, letting her gaze drink me in while I laid there in all of my nakedness.
"Can I take these off, darling?" She asked, her hand now delicately stroking over the hem of my lace panties.
"Remember what I told you, baby. I want to hear you use your words," she stated sternly, yet her voice was still soft and tender.
"Yes, please. take them off," I managed, staring up at her with doe eyes.

"Good girl,"

I felt her fingers slip under the hem, pulling them down and throwing them near my sweater on the floor. I felt her hands caress my hips, her soft touches were warm and comforting.
"Sweetheart, I think I want you bent over my knees, are you okay with that?" she said, stroking my waist. My breath hitched and my eyes widened.
"Well.. what are you going to do?" I asked nervously

"Don't worry baby, I'm going to pleasure you with my fingers, it puts you at an easier angle for me. Plus, I have a feeling you'd enjoy being bent over my knees," she smirked. I nodded in compliance, watching her move to sit at the edge of the bed. A mix of curiosity, arousal, and nervousness stirred within me as I stood up and bent my body over her lap.
"Good girl, you're so obedient for me. Okay, I'm going to stroke your body a little, is that alright?" She said, her hand slowly grazing over my back. I nodded, my hands holding her thigh for support.

"Poor thing, I can feel your heart pounding. Don't be nervous, I'll be so, so gentle," she whispered reassuringly into my ear, her hand squeezing my hip slightly. My cheeks filled with a pink hue as I felt her hand caress my ass. She let out a low groan,
"Oh sweetheart, you have a very pretty body, you know that?" She giggled teasingly, her hand moving dangerously close to my dripping pussy.

"I'm going to use lube so that I don't hurt you in any way, okay my darling?" She said, reaching into her dresser and pulling out a small bottle of lubricant.
"Yeah, I'm okay with that" I replied, trying not to sound nervous. Truthfully, I was nervous, but moreso excited; I wanted to know how she felt inside of me. I heard the lid open before she squirted a drop of the cold substance on the tip of her middle finger and clicked it shut again.
"Okay, sweet girl, I'm going to touch you properly now," she warned, her finger tip pressing into me. I whimpered quietly, surprised by the sudden sensation of having something inside of me, even if it was only an inch of her finger.
"You okay so far?" She asked, her voice soft and tender. I nodded, desperate for some stimulation.

"I'm going to go a bit deeper, I want you to let me know if it gets uncomfortable in any way, do you understand?" She said, her voice holding a tone of authority. I nodded, turning my head to look her in the eyes.
"You're such a good listener. I bet this is making you really horny, do you like praise?" She crooned, her finger slowly pushing deeper into my pussy. Soon enough, I felt the base of her middle finger hit my hole, making me feel deliciously filled like a custard doughnut.
"I'm going to start really slowly pumping in and out of you sweet girl, okay?" She whispered, her finger gently sliding out of my slick, warm sex before slipping back in at the same pace. She was being so gentle and careful, a welcome change to Matthew's rough demeanor. This was love making at it's finest. Her movements were deliberate and thoughtful, like a baker meticulously working and massaging dough in order to produce the best pastry they have ever created, in this case it was an earth shattering orgasm. She was making sure to take her time and build me up to the single most pleasurable sensation I ever would feel.

Her movements began to gradually speed up, her finger brushing teasingly against my G spot as she finger-fucked me. Her other hand raked through my hair, a soothing sensation which contrasted the stimulation in an orgasmic swirl of sensation. Fuck.
"That's my girl, keep taking it just like that," she murmured, her praise accompanied by a savoury moan. I was drunk off of her touch, her experience, her exquisite knowledge in how to pleasure a woman. Inevitably, the first sensations of an orgasm began to dance deep in my core. All I needed was for her to keep fucking me fast. My muscles began to tense up, giving away how close I was to my climax.

She must have noticed this because her hand slowed right down, earning a frustrated whimper.
"Please~" I whined breathlessly, my fingertips digging into her thigh.
"Shh, sweetheart. Be patient for me, I'm going to put another finger inside, I think you can take it" she whispered, her finger pulling out completely before being replaced by two. I moaned, a saturated sound of pure ecstacy.
"Do you feel full, my darling?" She giggled, her fingers working on building up speed. Not long after, her fingers were ruthlessly working me like clay. I was absolutely ready to be molded and manipulated into the perfect picture of pleasure. I whined and whimpered as she pumped, pushing me ever closer to the edge.

My pleasure coiled tighter and tighter around me before it finally gave out, making my body shake and my breath catch over and over again.
"Shh shh, I know my baby, I know," she cooed tenderly as I began to rock along with her hand. I finished bucking my hips into her hand, her movements gradually slowing to help me ride out my orgasm. I laid there for a moment, catching my breath. Her fingers slid out of my hole, her free hand stroking my back.
"You did so well, I'm so proud of you. Do you need some water?" She said softly, helping me off of her lap and back on the bed. I nodded and she left to wash her hands and get me a bottle of water.

"You seem tired, I must have exhausted you," she chuckled, handing me the bottle and joining me under the duvet.
"I've got my stuff in my car today, just incase," I said, a cheeky smile on my face as I took a long drink.
"Good, that means you can spend the night with me. You can sleep peacefully in my arms," she scooted closer to me and wrapped an arm around my back.

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