Licking Pussy Fanatic – Ellena Woods And Megan Sage
Title: A Delicious Journey of lesbian passion and taboo
Sinuous curves and hair-like welcoming darkness, the scenic Mediterranean coast. Crystal clear waters lapping against the sun-drenched shore, the gentle undulating sea breeze carrying a scent of jasmine and mystery, the perfect background to an intimate rendezvous under the burning summer sun.
Ellena, the alluring brunette, languidly stretches out on the plush towel, her voluptuous figure clad in a skimpy, barely-there bikini that seems to be painted onto her bronzed skin. The ocean mist clings to her body, droplets tracing the tantalizing contours of her cleavage and abs. Her chocolate eyes, half-lidded and smoldering with unspoken desires, roam the expansive beach, measuring, assessing, aching for connection.
Her wait is short-lived, for Megan, a captivating beauty with tattoos snaking down her arm, struts into view, her steps measured and self-assured, like a panther on the prowl. Her silky tresses cascade down her back, shimmering in the sunlight, as she approaches Ellena with a purposeful stride.
Ellena leans up on her elbows, her ample bosom straining against the flimsy fabric of her top, a sultry invitation for Megan to join her. Megan accepts, plopping down next to Ellena, her body close, intimate. Their arms brush, and Ellena shudders, her skin tingling at the slightest touch.
“Lovely day,” Megan purrs, her voice a seductive whisper against the crash of waves. She turns, her thigh pressing against Ellena’s, the warmth substantial through the thin fabric of their attire.
Ellena nods, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. “Perfect for..relaxation” Her words are weighted with anticipation, promise.
Emboldened, Megan reaches out, her fingers tracing the delicate curve of Ellena’s cheekbone, then trailing down her neck, to her collarbone. Ellena’s breath hitches, chest heaving, nipples tightening into stiff peaks. A soft moan slips from her lips.
Megan leans in, her warm breath caressing Ellena’s ear. “You’re so beautiful,” she whispers, her fingers grazing the edge of Ellena’s bikini top. Ellena whimpers, hips lifting off the towel in invitation.
Ready for the main course, Megan pulls at the strings of Ellena’s top, freeing her ample bosom. Her mouth waters at the sight, dusky nipples erect, begging to be tasted. With laser focus, Megan lowers her head, sucking the hardened bud into her warm mouth, swirling her tongue around the sensitive peak, eliciting a gasp from Ellena.
Ellena’s hands fly to Megan’s hair, gripping, urging her closer, desperate for more. Megan accommodates, trailing kisses down Ellena’s stomach, stopping to dip her tongue into the taut bellybutton, before moving lower, hooking her fingers into the waistband of her bottoms.
Slowly, teasingly, Megan strips Ellena bare, throwing the flimsy fabric aside, like a predator ripping into its prey. Ellena shivers, her arousal evident in the glistening wetness coating her inner thighs. Megan inhales deeply, the intoxicating scent of her desire a potent aphrodisiac. Megan spreads Ellena’s legs wider, revealing the glistening pink flesh of her most intimate area, swollen and ready.
Not one to waste opportunities, Megan dives in, her tongue parting the slick folds, lapping at Ellena’s center. Ellena cries out at the contact, her hips bucking, hands fisting in Megan’s hair. Megan tastes, savors, soaks up Ellena’s essence, her tongue swirling around the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, making Ellena see stars.
Ellena’s walls clench, grasping for friction, aching to be filled. Megan slips a finger inside, then two, pumping slowly, curling against the sensitive spot that makes Ellena arch her back. Megan’s tongue continues its relentless assault, eating Ellena out like a starving woman, desperate for the sweet nectar she gloats in.
Ellena is lost in sensation, her body trembling, writhing, craving release. Megan can sense her impending climax, the walls of Ellena’s core tightening around her fingers, the pace of her hips increasing. With a growl, Megan doubles her efforts, tongue and fingers working in tandem, pushing Ellena closer and closer to the edge.
With a final flick of her tongue, Megan sends Ellena hurdling over, her body convulsing, a silent scream ripped from her throat. Ellena’s juices flood Megan’s mouth, and she drinks it all up, savoring Ellena’s taste.
As Ellena comes down from her high, she tugs at Megan, indicating it’s her turn for pleasure. Megan grins, her lips shiny with Ellena’s essence, and spreads herself out, thighs parted in wanton invitation. Ellena dives in, hell-bent on returning the favor.
The beach shakes with the force of their passion, the sun beating down on their entwined bodies, blessing their union. Ellena and Megan lose themselves in each other, their bodies, their tastes, their very beings intertwined, until all that exists is the licking, sucking, moaning, and the sheer ecstasy of their climaxes.
The beach fades away, the sun drops below the horizon, and all that remains is the ebb and flow of their pleasure, the perfect ending to the perfect day.