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Jennifer “The Better Woman” vs. Jane Walker: What Lockdowns May Bring

Jennifer “The Better Woman” vs. Jane Walker from FCF

Jane Walker: To understand where we ended up you need to know how we got here. Me and Jennifer were college girls together. Both in the same house hung out all the time. Partied and all that. I had a big crush on her, but never did anything about it for two reasons. First I was in collage and that’s the time you are trying to figure out your shit, and bigger than that I did not want to fuck up my friendship with her over a night of have drunk party sex. I can tell you when it hit me though for real. One night we were at a cub there was a guy she wanted to tease so I told her to kiss me, and she did. Nothing gets a guy to look at you then if you’re tongue-kissing another girl. Guys are dumb, but that is when I knew for me it was more then a fling…

Then brings us to today 10 years later and locked down in her place for the third week. I came here for a weekend to do the whole reunion thing. Then the world went crazy. Thankfully Jenny had my back, and let me sleep at her place, but it’s been hard not thinking about her and that night.

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Jennifer “The Better Woman: Since the first moment we met, I wanted you. And though that should have led me to start with a flirty little comment, and maybe even an offer to meet me back at my on-campus room, I was nervous. Timid, as I can sometimes be. And so we ended up friends, after an awkward hi, and a hours-long session of small talk. And though that friendship got me through the rest of college, and gave me so many adorable besty memories that I can barely count them, I’ve always felt like I missed my chance. 

A chance to get past my shyness and make us more than friends — more than besties.

It was a regret that haunted me, whenever I was stuck on a bad date, or alone in my bed at night thinking of what we could have been. 

And yet here we are again. You, that chance, and I. Sitting in my bed on this first, hot day of the brewing summer. Each of us in our most comfortable pair of panties and cotton tops. The television just past the foot of the bed playing the credits of the last episode of Tiger King. A show we’ve now watched together 4 times, in just this last week. 

The A/C, having broken, no longer able to keep us cool, as a certain brand of Corona madness begins to take us. Neither of us having been out of the house or able to eat whatever food I happened to have in the house when the lock down began.

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Jane: I take a moment to look at you in your tight tank top and feel the blush start to come on so I look away. I am lucky the AC died earlier as I bury my face in the pillow and let out a frustrated scream as this lockdown is killing me. I know I should just say something, but I freeze up. Since I showed up it was like old times. We just picked it up like we had not missed a beat. I roll over onto my back, my firm 36’s sitting proud as I look at you and give a shy smile. “Sorry about that, this whole thing is making me a little crazy ya know?” I’m kinda shocked we are getting along so well. Could be worse I guess, I could be Carol Baskins..*giggles*

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Jennifer: Our eyes lock, and I feel in a single second years worth of unspoken truths streaming through our gaze. Not in words, but in unmissable desires each of us have been trying to hide and at times even deny for years. Then, just as my lips move to open and then speak, you turn away from me and bury your head in the pillow. There, as your cute, toned ass bends and flexes, I can’t help but watch and admire. Admire and want. Want and feel compelled. 

But then again, when I am on the verge of reaching out to touch you, you turn back to me and apologize. Your beautiful breasts, unbound by bra or a tight shirt giggle. And when they do, I bite my lip as your words drift past me and my distraction. 

And though you may have waited or wanted a response in a spoken reply, instead I quickly lift myself off the bed, a leg over you, and then straddle you. My healthy Latina ass pressing down on your upper thighs, and my white, panty-covered sex on your mound. All as my hands move to your wrists, and pin them, and my eyes look down to you, filled to the brim with unmet desire and heart-skipping excitement. 

“You want to wrestle like in college?”

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Jane: I look over at you and manage a weak smile as I look in your eyes and feel you looking into mine. We are talking without words. As I take a deep breath to steady myself, and then let it out slowly. I feel your left leg rolled over my thighs and then your ass dropped on my lap as your hands pressed my wrists to your mattress. I knew then what you wanted as I could  feel my heart jackhammer in my chest and then you speak.

“You want to wrestle like in college?”

I then get a flash of the girly half assed wrestling we did and smile. Those were good times….

“Well for that we need stakes and you not to cheat “Booty Queen”

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Jennifer: You could say anything at that moment, and though a million scenarios rush through my head as I wait for your answer, your response is effortless and calm. An acceptance, but with terms. Terms I grant, as I release your wrists, and fall off of you to your side. Hooking my right leg behind your left, and pulling us closer as we together turn in towards each other. 

“Mmmm, let’s make this a new stake. One we’ve never tried before. Loser is the winner’s slave for the rest of the night. And I’m not just talking about dishes. I’m talking about….” I continue to lay out exactly what I mean, but before I finish, you interrupt me.

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Jane: I swallow hard as I listen to you move off me, a good thing you keep my hands pinned as I would have cradled your ass. I look cool, but it is a thin veil as I look at you as you begin to explain what you want should you win and I take a moment to choke on my sallow as I feel my throat dry out.

“You’re not saying that the winner gets to “Have” the loser? Do you? I mean, I think you’d make a fine slave *giggles*

I then sit up and press my back into  the wall and then blow my blonde hair out of my eyes as I wet my lips…

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Jennifer: I watch you play with the idea. Toy with the idea as I speak. But then, without waiting for me to finish, you ask if I really mean what I said. If the winner truly gets to have the other as her slave and do WHATEVER she wants.

In a split second I want to answer you. Shout yes at you, as you shift into a sit, and press your sweat-wet back against the backboard of my bed. But instead I wait for you to settle in, and then lean. Putting my lips next to your ear before whispering: “Winner can do anything she wants….” 

I have said it. I have answered. And yet still I linger so very close to you. Not pulling away to get distance or to remain ready. Wanting you to grab me. Wanting to go — to play, right now, and for the rest of the night.

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Jane: I feel my heart pounding harder than before. Then as you whisper in my ear I feel hot breath and the tip of your tongue in my right ear. I am desperate to throw you down and straddle you, and I know you want it. But I can not. 

Why not? Because I’m a fucking moron, that’s why. So instead I turn to look at you and speak and the tip of my tongue teasing your lips with each word as I roll onto my knees. “You sure want this right?” I giggle and then stare in your eyes as We both want the other, but who is going to make the move…

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Jennifer: God, we’re both so timid and scared — stupid and shy, that even though a burning desire gnaws at us. Pulling us together in this game of barely restrained lust, still do we tip-toe. And though we do, and though I am suffering in the same hell of fear and indecisiveness that you are, I turn back, move to my knees in front of you. And then, softly reach for your hands, lacing our fingers before I raise both of our paired up sets and challenge you. 

“I want this….” I mutter, as I press my forehead to yours and gaze into yours eyes. “We want this….” 

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Jane: I look in your eyes and decide to up the ante a bit more as I look into your eyes as our fingers interlock and press palm to palm as I lift up on my knees and press my chest into yours and begin to drag my stiff nipples up and down on your breasts.

“We do, but one of us need to take what they want…by force” I smile and press a little harder as I try to drive you back….

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Jennifer: There on our knees in my bed, the air hanging around us moist and muddy with the heat of the day, we press back and forth against each others pressure. Our palms clasped and fingers interlaced.

Each of us lightly dragging our hard nipples over and across each others breasts. Neither of us able to blame the erect pleasure pebbles on anything other than our own excitement and desire.

And though we have no way to hide from each other that truth, still do we playfully growl at each other. You telling me that we must take what we want by force, and me responding: “I’m making you my slave tonight, Jane….”

Words I speak as suddenly you surge forward and pin my back against the backboard of my bed.

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Jane: With your back pressed against the wall after I hear your words and shiver as part of me wants to be your slave or rather a pendant worshiper using your body as the alter for my worship, but I don’t as it would not be fair as I press not you deeper. Your soft breasts give way to my hard nipples as I pull my left hand away from yours and then look at you and grab the collar of your tank top and try to rip down the damp top…”You need the help Jenni” A say in a throaty purr…

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Jennifer: Back and forth we push, hand to hand and chest to chest, until finally you reach for my top, and then try to pull it down as you tell me of my need for help. And though your words are cute and playful, still they drive me to reach for your tank, just as you tug on mine.  And though you drag down, I drag up. The fabric of your ascending top catching under your arms, and forcing them up into the air. A consequence that leads both our shirts to pull up, and over our heads and then to tangle before we let them go. 

My arms then wrapping around you and pulling your bare tits into mine with a muffled clap of flesh. A sound and a feeling of flesh meeting flesh that makes me shudder and moan, as my eyes close.

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Jane: I feel my top tangle with yours, and then,  I feel you shudder as you let a moan as the shudder transfers to me like I am being shocked by a tazer. I fell your heavy chest start to overwhelm mine and I know I need to do something as I feel myself go backwards. In response I grab your hair and make your neck bend and then I bury my face into your shoulder to attack your collar bone with tongue and teeth.

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Jennifer: For a moment, even in our soft struggle we pause. The feeling of our breasts meeting, so many years of pent up and denied desires shocking us into stillness. Our eyes closed and bodies shivering together, as electric pulses run up our spines. 

But then, in that state of flash and fire, you begin to fall backward. My arms, that are wrapped around your back grab you, to keep you upright. And yet still you grab my hair, and bend my head back, just before you lean in and sink your teeth into my neck. 

It is not a cruel, vicious bite, and yet still it hurts, especially with the bent angle of my neck. And so in response to both I collapse back to the bed, and you land atop me. Your teeth still dug into my flesh, as I move my hands down to your panties, and begin to tug at them.

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Jane: I gasp in your ear as I feel you gram my panties as I whisper in your ear..”What are you doing Jen?” I then begin to suck on your earlobe and then try to wide my base to try to pin you down to the bed, my mound rubbing on top of yours…

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Jennifer: I knew what I was doing before, you pulled your teeth from my skin. I was certain of my motive, before your lips moved to my earlobe and started sucking. I was trying to endure, to survive your bite without letting it drive me into a sexual frenzy. All while trying to take from you your panties, before you could take mine. But as you whisper to me, and spread your legs, laying and then dragging your feminine triangle over mine, I moan without focus. 

Shudder without strength.

And then with an outstretched and hooking  thumb, pull down not only your panties, but my own.

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Jane: I feel my panties begin to come down and lose myself in your eyes ans in the moment.I pull my head up to look in your eyes then I kiss the tip of your nose the suckle your bottom lip giving it a playful tug then your chin. Then I smile and begin to trail into your cleavage with my tongue as my hands brush your sides abs press your breasts together as my thumbs brush and flick your hard nipples…

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Jennifer: I push our panties as far down as I can reach, and yet still they are left to linger in loose rings of fabric around our thighs. Thighs which then work to shift and work them down, though every effort in that regard causes our womanhoods to bounce, to bump, and to rub against each other. 

A hotness which drives you to almost melt atop me. Your hands moving from my hair to my body and then slowly working their way down. 

Your descent begun just after your release of my lower lip, a tease of a kiss I have always wanted. But even in the abandon that has taken you and us, I mutter weakly as you start to travel down my body with your tongue. “I am … still … going to beat you … and make you my slave….”

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Jane: “You think so?” I begin to give the sides of your breasts love bites as I begin to try to work my thigh against your sex. I am battling two forces both internal and external as I work over your chest with my mouth and eyes on yours. “Better question: do you really want to? I let out in a breathless whisper…

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Jennifer: I could just give in. To you, to this moment of fire and sex, just as I have wanted to since first we met. And though my heart and soul beg for me to do just that, as you work your way down my body, asking me if I wouldn’t rather, I try to resist. Try to fight the desire welling within me. Not because I want some vicious catfight, but because I want to have this same thing, but with one of us in control. 

The idea, since I suggested it, becoming more and more hot in my mind as we tussle. 

And so to take it — to claim it, that future with one of us making the other our slave. I reach my hands to your hair, grab two handfuls, and then roll us. You, moving to your back, as suddenly I am above you and straddling your chest. My panties and yours having fallen off to the floor.

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Jane: I feel us roll over and gasp hot breath along your skin as I feel my panties fall to the floor. I bite my bottom lip as I see your breasts dangle over my face as I bring my right hand down your belly, and then press my fingertips against your sex. Then begin to trace them around your lips as I look at you….”Round two?” Then I lift my head to try to kiss you…

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Jennifer: Even though I have turned us over, and placed myself on top, you are still in control. Your right hand moving to my sex and threatening as you ask me if I want a second round. Then you look up, lean up, and seek to press your sweet lips against mine in a kiss. 

A kiss I want — a kiss I need — and a kiss I go for, as I shift down, and roll to my side, pulling you with me to yours. As my left hand moves down to your kitten, and just as yours does, begins to circle. 

My mouth, just before it connects with yours offering a new challenge. “I’ll make you beg me to claim you as my slave….”

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Jane: I kiss you back and slip my tongue in your mouth like a thirsty person looking for a drink. As I do that, I let my left thigh slide up and over your hip as my right hand continues to strumb at your lips the way on three fronts wearing me down as I want to own you and be owned by you…..

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Jennifer: In a long-denied, and intensely passionate kiss, we writhe together on my bed. Sweat dripping down our bodies, as gently we play with each others kittens. Neither of us driving fingers in yet, but instead circling, stroking, and tickling as our bodies melt together. And though I could stay there — live there in my greatest fantasy come to life, without warning I suddenly pull back from our kiss, lift my upper body up, and then lower my tits over your face. Trapping your nose and mouth in the valley between them, as my free hand moves to your hair, to keep you there. 

“Mmmm, imagine what it will be like when one of us is in control, Jane….”

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Jane: “Mmmm, imagine what it will be like when one of us is in control, Jane….” I hear like it is in a dream. The rational waking mind gone as the primal sexual side takes hold fully. I want to give in and be submissive, but I can not do that. This day has been too long in coming, and I want to savor it. Like I am the sights and sounds and flavor of your sweat. That is when I begin to lick your breasts slowly at first liking the salty taste of your flesh as I begin to suckle the flesh and try to leave marks on them as if I am claiming you as mine alone…

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Jennifer: This is a battle, and yet we both want it. Every bit of it and each other. And so when I lower my breasts over your face, to gently smother you, I feel you begin to lick and kiss my breasts. All before you begin to suck on them. Not the nipple, but the flesh of them. Looking to leave marks on me. To brand me as Jane’s. A thought so hot I can barely even think, and yet somewhere in the still brimming fog, I find the strength to finally drive my fingers into your soaking and swollen pussy. Not to play with your clit, but to skewer you on the pleasure toy I have always wanted to give you: my body.

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Jane: I feel you enter me and I shiver with joy as my mouth works overtime on your tender breast flesh. I could more than likely trap a nipple and suckle it like a baby. Maybe get some milk, but more than that, I want you to know you’re mine, every inch. Then as your fingers enter me I push two into you slowly and gently. Not trying to violate you, but ti give you the same feelings I’m getting as my left hand moves down from your hair to the small of your back, and then to the swell of your ass and give it a slap making your ass jiggle….

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Jennifer: This is no game of tease and denial — hunter and prey, and so when I feel you moving your lips towards my nipple, I lift myself and give it to you. Lowering its hard, red, button into your spread lips and teeth. Giving to you what you want, just as between and below us, we slowly slide our fingers into each others sex. Feeling the river-deep wetness, and trigger-point and seizing walls that surround. 

Neither of us feeling as if we can fight off the pleasure we feel, or even seeking to. Our battle not one of a single orgasm, but of one of us giving in to our need to be controlled by the other. A ledge we both teeter on, as with my free hand I gently stroke your hair. Even as I feel you suckling softly at my tit.  

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Jane: I shudder as my sex contracts and spasms with release as I give into my needs.. At the same time as I take your left nipple in my mouth I try to give it a love bite as my hips spasm in time with your hand’s movements I get an idea and then slap your ass and then begin to try to toll us over the idea coming to my mind is to take this submission gamw to the next level….

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Jennifer: I can feel your hips moving. First away from my driving fingers and then into them, forcing them deeper. A sign you are close and struggling to not pull away. Knowing we are competing, but also ravenous in your need to orgasm. But I keep you close, hooking my fingers, and driving them deeper. Deeper still. And then finally, with a stroke so long, I can feel the ends of your canal, you cum for me. On my fingers. Which as finally your contractions and shivers end, I pull from you and then slide into my mouth to lick clean. 

A distraction you use, by biting my nipple, slapping my ass, and then pushing me over onto my back. A placement I willingly take, as I look to your breast-sweat wet face with a wide smile. “You taste so good, Jane….”

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Jane: Looking at you as I move to kiss you hard on the lips. I get hit with the salty sweet tate on my lips as I  then feel your fingers slight out of me with a pop as I begin to try to lay my sweaty breasts on your face and then begin to cuel my fingers inside you and then use my thumb to rub at the top of your sex as I moan  a little…”I want you Jenni, but you have to take me if you want me”

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Jennifer: There on my back, I see you raise your body and aim your tits, and within an instant I know what you’re doing. You’re coming to repay me. To lay your breasts in my face, so you can finger me to orgasm, just as I did to you only moments before. 

I could try to twist, to avoid, to roll away from you, but I want it. I want it so bad that my desire for control loses in a battle of internal wills. 

Leaving me to wait, and shift only to make sure that after you have lowered your beautiful breasts over my face, and after I have lavished them with the same worship you gave to mine, I can work your nipple into my mouth. 

And though that is my plan, and my intent, as suddenly you begin to finger me in earnest again, I melt beneath you. Moaning out loudly, as you enter me. My left hand moving to your ass, and clamping down on it in a tight hold, and my right drags what little essence I have left on my finger down your back.

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Jane: I feel a wet finger sliding down my wet back as I begin to curl my fingers slightly trying to find a spot inside your sex. With my fingers doing their work I know you’re close as I was and get a lusty smile on my face as I pull my breasts back and you give me a mock pout. I just sit up and work my hips in a small circle as my fingers touch deeper in you…”So Jenni ready to take this all the way. Find out who the save will be for tonight?” I see your breath quicken as my fingers work, and then I see your stomach rumble in pleasure…”Well?”

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Jennifer: Deeper, harder, faster you plunge your fingers into my depths, as you keep your sweat-covered tits over my face. My lips only barely making it to your nearest nipple to let me suckle softly, like the good little girl I am before I sense my orgasm coming. Before I see the wave, feel the current, and then have the entirety of it tear through me in a wild, cataclysm of finally and after all this time. But as I cum, you rise up and taunt me. As I release, you challenge me.

And so, even as the last throes of my devastation pass, I reach up, grab you by the hair, and as I spread my legs, toss you down, face-first between them. Taking the momentum from you, and making my own dare to determine which of us wins. 

“Time to see who tastes better, Jane. And who lasts longer….”

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Jane: To be honest with you, I am a strong woman. I have to be with my job. I need firm boundaries and I need to read what people need without giving them all of myself, but in the moment when I felt your hand in my hair I turned to face your feet, and then went down to your core and began to lick. Not your sex, but around it. First cleaning your thighs and then collecting the nectar from outside. Then your outside lips slowly teasing you as I  slide my hips into place for you. I know I want you to take me, but I want to take you just as badly, In my dreams I want you to feel loved and lusted for as I have denied myself for so long…

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Jennifer: In unspoken ritual, we do not immediately move to drive our tongues between one another’s lips or send them off to find clit, but instead slowly clean each other like two cats. The two of us lapping at the soft inner thighs, stubble-free pubic mounds, and even the soft outer lips of one another’s bodies. Cleaning every surface and taking for ourselves of every drip of cum we can find. 

But finally, when those sacred places have been cleaned, we each lean in and then begin. My upper lips sealing off your lower ones, as my Jane-flavored tongue then slides between your pussy’s soft, velvety curtains.

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Jane: This is not my first erotic fight, but it is the first one where I am not angry or fueled by lust and huger. Instead it is about making up for all the time wasted. As I coat my tone with the sweet taste of my lover I make sure to leave nibbles and love bites on your thighs a reminder for a few days later when you’re in bed alone no matter the outcome. Then I move to your outer lips and open them slowly and tip my tongue in and then working it deeper in a teasing pace as I fight to control that as it’s not about dominating it’s about pleasure…

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Jennifer: Like a soft, wet corkscrew I enter into your temple, seeking not to rush like some horny frat boy, but to make memory and legacy — create need and addiction. Wanting you to not go another day without wanting this — without wanting me. 

Knowing that when finally we have satiated this need and fed this demon, I need to be more to you than a once-off or a once-we-did. And so I take my time, lifting my tongue from the bottom of your sweet lips to the top. Listening and feeling with my soft inner thighs pressing against your cheeks, for any sound or reaction. Wanting to know and memorize what drives you wild. Wanting to master you now, so that I may earn the right to do so again and again until the fire within us dies.

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Jane: I let out little moans and gasps as I feel you take your time with me. This is not some drunken fling with a collage asshole who thinks he is “The man” No this is a woman who wants to know me explore me and I let her and give her hints with my voice and tongue as I do the same swirling my tongue in you and  using my left hand to slide under you to hold you in place and lift you up to give me better access. I can feel a fire raging and all I do is close my eyes and plunder more.

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Jennifer: Everything else before, our foreplay, our tussling, and then our side-by-side fingering felt like it moved at the speed of light, but this … this is different. This we linger in — languish and luxuriate in. 

This placement, between each other’s thighs, is where we have always belonged. Where we have always wanted to me. And now that we are here we sink into it. Each of us taking in and tasting every dimple and dip — every alternating wave of pussy lip and hue of pink turning to red. 

But even in our patient, loving pace, I can feel it building within me once more. A need to release. A need to share with you my essence, not because you have taken it from me against my will, but because you deserve it and me. But still, I try to hold on and focus on pleasuring you. Even as I feel the fatigue, both mental and physical setting in fast. The night, which once seemed so distant, now well upon us, and calling us to sleep.

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Jane: I feel your long loving licks and try to match them, but it is like the more I do the more I want. while it feels like we just started I know it’s been hours, but I want to hold on, need to hold on as I want to make you mine. I want you to feel my will as I lap away in lingering kisses as I feel my eyes half open and lazy your body marked my ba and my body yours..

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Jennifer: As the hands move around the clock, we remain together. In the moist, sex-scented air that hangs between our open thighs. Our paces of performance matching, as we each try to make this our first engagement last for as long as we possibly can. No longer worried about slaves or masters — control or power. Only wanting to show one another how devoted we are to this carnal cause. 

How devoted we are to each other.

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Jane: My tongue becomes unfocused as I begin to drift a bit, my mind calling me to rest as I know I have show you how I feel and wonder what awaits me in my dreams…

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Jennifer: Slowly we slow, as exhaustion, pleasure, and perfection take their toll. Neither of us able to continue licking, as our jaws and tongues tire out. And so, with our last few moments of consciousness, and ounces of strength, we wrap our thighs around each other’s heads, pull one anothers faces forward, and then grind. Dragging clit and lips against mouth and nose, as together we moan out in unison. Once and then again. Apart, and then once more together. Until finally, and just as we drift off to sleep in unison, we cum.

Our liquids dripping into each others mouth as we shiver, shake, and then completely collapse into a fatigued and heavenly sleep. We meeting again in our dreams, to continue our new found battle and bliss.

The End

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