August Night And Monica Mayhem – Sensual Lesbians Passionately Kiss And Lick Each Other Before Pulling Out The Thick Sex Toy

The sizzling August night air hung heavy with anticipation as Monica Mayhem and her sultry lover stepped into the dimly lit bedroom. The door clicked shut behind them, sealing them off from the rest of the world. Nothing else mattered now – just the two of them, alone together, ready to ignite their deepest, most sensual desires.

Under the soft glow of candles flickering on the bedside table, Monica turned to face her partner. Her heated gaze locked with smoldering eyes that promised a night filled with pleasure beyond imagination. A slow, seductive smile crept across Monica’s full lips as she reached out to traces the curve of her lover’s cheek with a delicate finger.

Electricity crackled in the air between them. The tension was unbearable…and delicious. Each breath felt weighted with need as Monica took a step closer, the swell of her ample breasts brushing against the other woman. Their lips were inches apart now, so close her lover could feel the warmth of Monica’s breath mingling with her own.

“Kiss me,” Monica whispered huskily, her eyes heavy-lidded with lust.

Her lover needed no more invitation. Soft yet firm, her lips met Monica’s in a fiery kiss that sent shockwaves through her body. Monica’s arms snaked around her waist, palms splaying on the small of her back to pull their scant-clad bodies flush together. Their tongues tangled, tasting, teasing, building the flames of desire higher with every sensual caress.

Monica’s fingers slid up her lover’s sides, grazing the outer curves of her full breasts, earning a soft gasp against her lips. She could feel her lover’s heart pounding in time with her own, could taste her sweet arousal. Monica needed more – she needed to feel her lover’s skin against her own.

In a fluid motion, Monica broke the kiss to tug impatiently at the straps of her lover’s negligee. She drew it down, peeling the silky fabric away to revealunerrupted skin as pale as ivory. Her lover’s breasts swelled free, rosy nipples puckered into stiff peaks begging to be tasted.

“Lie down,” Monica commanded, her voice a whiskey-infused command. “I want to worship every inch of you.”

Obedient and eager, her lover sank onto the curled-up sheets. She settled on her back, a Paros temptress pose, and watched Monica through half-lidded eyes darkened with need. Her chest heaved with each shallow breath as anticipation worked its spell.

Monica drank in the sight of her lover spread out wantonly before her. The nudity, the curves, the furtive glances – it was a feast for the senses, each detail lovingly seared into Monica appreciation. Mouth watering with anticipation, Monica started a slow journey south, her heated gaze dragging over each sleek inch of smooth skin.

She pressed a series of open-mouthed kisses along her lover’s inner thighs, alternating with teasing little nips that made her squirm. Higher and higher Monica drew, until finally she reached the sensitive apex between. Dipping her head, she inhaled deeply, savoring her lover’s tangy essence.

A slow flick of Monica’s tongue sent her lover arching off the bed with a shuddering gasp. “Yes!” it was a breathless prayer, a pleading for more. Monica obliged enthusiastically, laving her lover’s wet folds before zeroing in on the swollen bud.

Her lover thrashed mindlessly beneath Monica’s oral attentions, fingers twisting in her hair to hold her in place. Cries of wanton pleasure filled the room, mixing with the filthy sounds of Monica tongue-fucking her slick channel.

But Monica was far from done. Her hand drifted down to retrieve the thick sex toy from where it lay waiting on the bed. She picked it up and stared at it, letting her lover catch a glimpse. The clever toy was unlike anthing else she’d ever seen, a hefty latex monster of a vibrator, ribbed and crowned with a generously gushing head.

“Let’s see how you handle this bad boy,” Monica said with a wink.

Annoyed moaning escaped from her lover’s lips. “Tease,” she whispered, squirming desperately.

Monica just laughed at her neediness. “Patience,” she chided. “I’ll give you exactly what you want very soon.”

It was torture indeed, Monica’s light touches and incomparably effective###tips on the Come-Fuck-Me buttons, electric impulses reverberating through her body. Her lover screamed, surrendering to the whirring, clenching pleasure of its constant spewing.

As their dual orgasms ripped through them like riptide, they clung to each other, thighs shaking as they cried out in pure ecstasy. Spent, they collapsed back onto the bed. For long minutes nothing existed but their harsh breaths as they came down from the mind-shattering heights of bliss.

Eventually, Monica rolled off, her legs still sprawled across the soiled sheets. Nimble fingers trailed idly across her lover’s heaving chest, circling the twin mounds of her breasts.

“Next time,” Monica whispered silkily, “You’re all mine, tonight and every night.” She leaned in to place a soft kiss against her lover’s lips, sealing their new deal.

From an outside perspective, a tantalizing glimpse of their intimate activities. But for Monica and her lover, it was just the start of a long, sensual night They snuggled together, skin slick with salty sweat, their long hair tangled. The rest of the world faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in an intimate sea of blissful sensation.