Cate Harrington And Romana Ryder In Three Nasty Vixens Are Dancing Kissing Each Other And Having Good Lesbian Fun

The Lusty Blades of Lesbian Desire

The dance begins as a gentle sway, two supple bodies undulating in sensual harmony. Cate Harrington and Romana Ryder, clad in flimsy lace and satin, their curves barely concealed, move to an unheard melody, a primal rhythm pulsing through their being. The stage is set, a boudoir feast for the eyes, dimly lit, shadows dancing across creamy skin.

Cate’s chestnut hair, a waterfall of silk, cascades down her naked back as she arches gracefully. Her emerald eyes glimmer with secret promises, a siren’s call to forgotten desires. Pink lips, wet and wanting, part in a breathy sigh as her gaze locks with Romana’s.

Romana, a goddess carved from alabaster, her platinum tresses tumbling over champagne-hued breasts, meets Cate’s fiery stare. Sturdy thighs, clad in sheer stockings, flex as she steps closer, the air crackling with building tension. Fingertips, as slender as piano keys, trace Cate’s bare shoulder, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Their bodies, mere inches apart, radiate heat, a pull of pure magnetism. Cate’s breath, warm and sweet, mingles with Romana’s as they lean in, a hairsbreadth from collision. Then, they yield, succumbing to the force drawing them together.

Their lips meet in a searing kiss, soft and pliant, a brush of velvet. Romana’s hands cup Cate’s face, thumbs caressing high cheekbones as she holds the mortal in place. Cate’s fingers dig into Romana’s slender waist, nails biting flesh through the gossamer barrier.

The kiss deepens, becoming hungry and desperate. Tongues meet in a dance as old as time, twining and stroking. Breasts, full and proud, press against each other, nipples pebbling through lace and satin.

Cate breaks the kiss, her rose petal lips swollen and slick. She traces Romana’s bottom lip with her tongue before dipping inside for a taste of ambrosia. Romana welcome’s the invasion, moaning as she venerates the intruder with her own tongue.

Hands roam, mapping out contours, discovering hidden valleys. Romana tugs on the straps of Cate’s teddy, freeing breasts that bounce in their newfound freedom. She grows breathless at the sight, eyes roving over the pale mounds, rosy peaks begging for attention.

Cate’s fingers hook into Romana’s panties, yanking them down sturdy legs. She kneels, kissing a trail up one smooth thigh, pausing to graze her teeth over a quivering muscle. Romana shivers, quaking as Cate’s tongue darts out to taste her essence.

Finding her target, Cate feasts on the nectar of the gods. Romana throws her head back, a silent scream forming on parted lips. Her fingers tangle in chestnut locks, guiding Cate to where she needs her most.

Romana teeters on the brink, her world narrowing to the pleasure centers Cate has awoken. Just as she fears she will surely die if the pressure doesn’t abate, Cate pulls away, leaving Romana bereft and wanton.

Cate surges to her feet, an avenging angel, her eyes blazing with passion. She sinks her teeth into Romana’s shoulder, marking her as her own. Romana whimpers, the pain transforming into molten ecstasy as Cate’s hand delves between her thighs.

Cate’s fingers dance, driving Romana insane with lust. She rolls and tugs, pinches and strokes, finding the rhythm that has Romana bucking against her touch. It’s not enough, never enough, and Romana’s entire being focused on chasing the elusive peak.

Finally, it crashes over her, a tidal wave of sensation. Romana’s cries echo off the walls as her inner most muscles clench, milking the fingers still stroking her center. She rides the wave, lost in completion.

As she floats down, Cate kisses her, soft and sweet. She lays Romana down on the bed, draping herself over the spent woman. They lay for awhile, basking in the afterglow, the sweat cooling on their skin

Hours or days could have passed, but eventually, hunger takes hold. Romana pushes Cate onto her back, a predatory gleam in her eyes. She strips Cate bare, humming in appreciation of the bared flesh.

Romana kisses her way up Cate’s body, spending extra time on her breasts. Cate arches into the attention, hands roaming through silk hair. Romana nips and sucks, painting a lover’s map in marks of passion.

She reaches the crest, burying her face between Cate’s thighs. Cate sighs, welcoming the touch. Romana sets a relentless pace, driving Cate up and over the edge within minutes. She follows Cate into bliss, their mingled cries a paen to raw lust.

As they twine together, limbs sated and hearts full, they realize they will do this dance forever. It’s never ending, this lovely loop, a curvature of space and time in which only pleasure exists.

They drift off, a tangle of nude flesh, ready to start the dance anew.