|
fantasy story of Satomi Ishihara :
| |
in front of the fire. Elizabeth had Satomi's head nestled on my
shoulder and one leg over my cast. I inhaled the fragrance from Satomi's
hair, then I started to kiss Satomi's throat and Satomi's ear. Satomi Ishihara moaned
softly.
I slid my hand in the back of Satomi's sweater and slowly started to rub
her back. Elizabeth sighed and snuggled closer. I explored Satomi's silky
mouth with my tongue; when I found a sensitive spot, Satomi Ishihara responded
with a little shiver. Elizabeth sucked my tongue. I nibbled on Satomi's
lips, licked them, and they seemed to swell with passion.
I felt Elizabeth press Satomi's crotch against my cast. Satomi Ishihara murmured with
pleasure and pressed again, harder. I slipped my hand into Satomi's
panties, massaging and squeezing Satomi's . In slow, easy waves, Elizabeth
rubbed Satomi's self against my leg.
"This is heaven," Satomi Ishihara whispered.
Satomi Ishihara stripped off Satomi's panties, and when I started to get up, Satomi Ishihara said,
"No, don't move." Satomi Ishihara snuggled against me again. Satomi's pussy flashed a
bright pink - now I knew where the term "hot pink
|
|