Plaisir saphique avec alysa
The French door swings open as Alysa steps into the lavish bedroom, her heart pounding with anticipation. A sheer, lacy negligee brushes against her smooth skin, the soft fabric teasing her curves. She curls a finger, inviting her lover to join her on the plush bed.
Alysa’s best friend, Chloe, emerges from the shadows. Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she approaches the bed, the allure of Alysa’s body all too tempting. Without a word, Chloe takes her in her arms, exploring the warmth of her skin through the delicate lingerie.
Their lips meet in a gentle kiss, soft as a whisper, and then more urgently as passions flare. Chloe’s hands roam Alysa’s body, skimming over her hips, her thighs, the valley between her breasts. She nuzzles into Alysa’s neck, teeth barely grazing Alysa’s delicate flesh.
Alysa moans, arching into Chloe’s touch. She’s been longing for this intimacy, the connection that only long-time friends share. Chloe knows all of her secrets, all of her desires… and she knows just how to make them come true.
Tenderly, Chloe pushes Alysa down onto the bed. The antique four-poster theirs for the taking. She trails kisses along Alysa’s jawline and down her throat, rubbing her body against Alysa’s, letting her feel the heat of her own arousal.
Alysa’s hands find their way into Chloe’s raven hair, gripping it tight as she angles her head for better access. Chloe obliges, licking a trail down Alysa’s neck to her collarbone, to the hollow of her throat.
Chloe hooks her fingers into the straps of Alysa’s negligee, pulling them down and exposing her breasts to the cool air. Pink nipples, peaked with arousal, beg to be touched, sucked, worshipped.
Chloe takes one in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the sensitive bud. Her other hand cups Alysa’s breast, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. Alysa cries out, hips bucking up against Chloe’s thigh, searching for friction.
Chloe gives in, rubbing her thigh against Alysa’s pantie-covered mound. The thin lace does little to hide how wet Alysa is. Chloe groans around Alysa’s nipple, knowing that the damp spot on the fabric is her doing, her creation.
She releases Alysa’s breast, blazing a path of kisses down her body until she’s nestled between her thighs. Chloe nuzzles Alysa’s covered sex, breathing in her scent. Through the damp lace, she can feel the heat of her skin, the pulse of her most intimate place.
Alysa’s hips lift, wordlessly begging for more. Chloe acquiesces, dragging the soaked panties down her legs and tossing them aside. She takes in the sight before her – Alysa, spread out like a feast just for her, pink folds glistening in the low light.
Chloe slides a finger through Alysa’s slick heat, groaning at the sheer bliss of it. Alysa bucks into her touch, desperate for more. Chloe gives it to her, running her finger along Alysa’s seam and circling her clit.
Alysa keens, the mixture of sounds and sensations driving her wild. Chloe smiles against her skin, lowering her head to run her tongue along the same path as her finger.
Alysa tastes sweet, like honey and spice. Chloe laps at her eagerly, delving deeper to find Alysa’s entrance. She thrusts her tongue inside, mimicking what Alysa wishes was a much larger appendage.
Chloe works Alysa with that tongue, thrusting and sucking until Alysa is writhing beneath her, hands tangled in the sheets. Her free hand reaches down to rub Alysa’s clit, drawing circles around the throbbing nub.
Chloe increases the pace, relentlessly sucking and licking, feeling Alysa get closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly, Alysa cries out, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. Chloe doesn’t let up, continuing to work her through it until she collapses back against the bed, spent and satisfied.
Chloe crawls up Alysa’s body, hovering over her with a satisfied grin. Alysa pulls her down for a kiss, tasting herself on Chloe’s lips. They lay together in the afterglow, basking in the warmth of their intimacy.
“So,” Alysa says after a while, nuzzling into Chloe’s neck. “I think it’s my turn now, don’t you?”
