Dip your tongue in my creamy pussy

Title: Dipping Her Tongue into My Creamy Pussy: A Lezzie Foray

The sun streamed through the curtains, illuminating the plush carpet of Anna’s bedroom. Her joints still ached from the previous night’s thighs-gripping, pussy-licking escapades with her best friend Marie. As their friendship deepened over the years, so did their curiosity about each other.

It started with stolen glances, brushing hands that lingered a bit too long, and trembling thighs pressed together while watching cheesy rom-coms. One steamy summer evening, the unspoken tension finally imploded.

They sat on Anna’s bed, giggling over shared gossip, when Marie boldly declared, “I’ve masturbated to you, you know.”

Anna’s jaw dropped. “What? Since when?”

“Since forever!” Marie admitted with a giggle. “Well, since we became teens anyway.”

Overwhelmed by arousal, Anna confessed her own fantasies, realizing how perfectly they mirrored each other’s. Heart pounding, she leaned in closer, until their lips almost touched. Time stretched into infinity.

With a whimper, Anna closed the minuscule distance between them, pressing her mouth to Marie’s. Her skin tingled with electric anticipation as they melted together. Soft lips parted, allowing their tongues to dance.

They tumbled onto the bed, remedy exploring each other with eager hands and mouths. Marie’s fingers curled through Anna’s hair, tugging her head back for better access to her neck. Metal-tasting saliva dripped between their bodies as their kisses intensified.

Anna trailed kisses along Marie’s neck and collarbone, letting her tongue dip into the hollow of her throat. As she kissed lower, her fingers deftly unfastened Marie’s jeans. She pulled back to drink in Marie’s flustered expression and heaving chest.

“Take them off,” Anna whispered, voice thick with need. “Please.”

Marie obeyed, lifting her hips to slide the denim down her legs. The sight of her friend in nothing but a thin cotton shirt and panties made Anna shiver with want. Anna traced a finger along the damp spot on the fabric.

“So wet already,” Anna gasped. “For me?”

Marie mewled in response, face flushed. Desire pounded through Anna’s veins. Before she could convince herself otherwise, she leaned in and pressed her face between Marie’s thighs, inhaling deeply.

The intoxicating scent of Marie’s arousal burned Anna’s nostrils. It was sweeter and sharper than she imagined. Icy sarcasm gave no insight into this carnal feast. she squeezed her thighs tighter, afraid Marie would slip away. Instead, Marie rolled her hips against Anna’s face.

So wet, so needy, Anna realized. All for me, all because of me. She nuzzled the damp patch, relishing the heat radiating through the flimsy fabric. She needed to taste, to devour, right now.

Hah, I did taste it. After sliding everyone off with deliberate slowness, she ran her tongue over the heated surface, reveling in the electric flavor. She licked again, this time circling her tongue along the folds. Using her nose, she caught the wet edge of Marie’s panties and pulled.

Marie gasped as the cotton slid through her slick folds. In the renewed space, Anna got her first look at Marie’s most intimate place. A few dark curls peeked out from the glistening pink. The scent was eye-wateringly musky, pungent with arousal.

She pressed a soft kiss to the skin between Marie’s hip and leg, then dragged her tongue upwards, earning another gasp and a small spasm of Marie’s thighs. Anna repeated this with the opposite side until she reached Marie’s swollen lips. She pressed a single kiss to the top of Marie’s slit, feeling it clench in response.

“You taste incredible,” Anna whispered hoarsely, then delved in with her tongue. She swirled it along the seam, lapping up sweet-tart juices. Marie rotated her hips, smearing Anna’s face with her arousal. Anna matched every grind, hitting all the hot spots.

Anna slid a finger inside, marveling at the tight heat. Marie clenched hard, making Anna lose her rhythm. “Oh, my God, that’s so good,” Marie whimpered.

Ready to send her over the edge, Anna focused on her friend’s most sensitive areas. With shallow thrusts, she used her finger to pluck the rigid nub just above. Marie rocked wildly, fucking her own hand as Anna persisted.

With a loud cry, Marie came apart on her tongue and finger. Anna worked her through each wave until Marie collapsed in boneless satisfaction. Anna licked her sticky fingers clean, barely able to string together a coherent thought.

“Wow,” Marie breathed, bluish eyes fluttering open.” Wow.”

“Mmmhmm,” Anna hummed in agreement, crawling up for a searing, saliva-swapping kiss.

She pressed their foreheads together, both needing a moment to recover. As Marie’s breathing steadied, Anna prodded her, “I think you promised to return the favor, boo.”

Marie’s eyes flashed wickedly and she rolled them both over, straddling Anna’s trembling thighs. With the same scalding gaze, she trailed kisses along Anna’s quivering stomach before sliding down.

They never made it to the tag line in the video, “dip your tongue in my creamy pussy.” A giggle fit claimed them as they teased and tasted, learning each other inside and out. By the end of the night, spent and exhausted, they admitted what they’d always known: that their deeper attractions were more than friendship.

Thus began their journey into each other’s bodies and souls, forever changed by the intimate ways they celebrated their love, one creamy pussy dip at a time.