In the Wright Place

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Jessica sat back, enjoying the spectacle of Lamya shouting and squirting her orgasm out. She got to look directly in her eys as she did the deed, which she always enjoyed. A strong hand ran down Lamya's leg towards her soaked petals. It smelled sweet, in a sense. Making a girl cum and squirt all over her bed was always sweet. And when she just took a girl's virginity, it was so much sweeter. She touched Lamya's completely exposed sex with her index finger to feel the wet pleasure she had just spilled over Jessica's bed. She gave it a long lick. It tasted as sweet as it smelled.

She leaned down over Lamya again, holding her legs above her. The feeling of dominance grew stronger inside her. "What a little slut you are." Her tone was strong. Every word was breathy and must have had quite an effect right next to Lamya's face like that. She gave her a quick peck on the lips. Lamya's breasts felt soft against her own and Jessica couldn't help but slowly rub their nipples together. Hell, Lamya even shouted her name. She loved it when they did that. "But how are you going to please me, lovely Lamya?" She caressed Lamya's face. She might have been exhausted but she still had some work to do. Jessica wanted to orgasm as well.

Every muscle of her body was still quivering with the electric sensation of the powerful orgasm that Jessica had ripped from her body. Spasmodic twitches made the lithe Kuwaiti wriggle and writhe on the bed, not to mention on the sex toy between her thighs. Groaning and panting breathlessly the red cheeked wrestler stared meekly up at her conqueror as the woman tasted her juices in a humiliating display. Averting her gaze just slightly to one side only to see her own tremble leg as it was held by her ears.

The dominating words of the victor elicited a hurt little whimper from the embarrassed submissive. She turned into the quick kiss, whimpering again as those lips withdrew, this time from denial more than humiliation. The weight of the American's heavy breasts on top of her own only heightened the feeling of being completely overwhelmed by the woman's very presence. The next question made Lamya swallow loudly before her panting resumed, her heaving breasts brushing rhythmically against Jessica's. "I... I don't know..." Her voice was nervous and small, a completely different creature than the one Jessica had faced and destroyed in the ring earlier than night.

Jessica felt the twitching ecstasies Lamya produced. She must have fucked this girl a lot harder than she thought. She bit her lip to hide the smile that she would have produced. The wetness Jessica had put on Lamya's face glimmered in the light of the room. Jessica gave it a long lick, slurping up Lamya's sweet juices. No more boasting insults from her now. Jessica's sex was inundated, testifying to her horniness the likes of which Jessica hadn't felt in months. She let go of Lamya's legs and moved them down to a more human position.

"I know how. You are going to use your tongue until I cum. Imagine you are in that video you told me about." The strap on came off with a quick tug and she tossed it aside. She looked down, enjoying every inch of Lamya's hot quivering body. This girl bestowed her virginity upon Jessica, and Jessica was about to trust her with her own petals. She crawled up until her own naked sex was hovering above Lamya's face. She felt a drip coming off of hr and closed her eyes as she imagined it hitting Lamya in the face.

"Lick me until I scream." Her violet vivacious eyes remained closed. She wanted to feel this.

Lamya half closed her eyes as Jessica's tongue trailed across her skin sending another little shiver coursing down her spine to wiggle slender hips. Still panting for air she breathed a heavy sigh of relief as the woman unfolded her prize and told her just what she had in mind for Lamya's own little tongue. Those dark eyes outlined with smeared mascara widened once more and breaths quickened at the prospect of doing as her conqueror instructed. Before another word could be spoken the wicked toy was cast aside and the larger woman was crawling up over Lamya's soft, naked body. She couldn't resist the urge to drink in the sight of every inch of Jessica's flesh as she moved to kneel straddling her face. The pink folds of her pussy hovered just inches above her lips, wet and throbbing with lust. A single drop of her nectar fell from those petals and landed on an olive cheek leaving a shimmering trail along the corner of her lips.

Unable to hide her apprehension Lamya shook nervously as she reached her hands up to grip firmly onto the supple hips of the American, practically hugging the woman's ass. Dark, quivering lips parted hesitantly to breath hot, steamy huffs against damp folds. Her hips rolled slightly against the bed as she arched her back upwards and lifted her head slowly. Just before her mouth drew flush with Jessica's sex she would extend her wet, pink tongue to tentatively trail against her petals with only the tip. She knew only what she'd seen, and that lacked many crucial details, so she was letting herself be guided almost solely by Jessica's reactions.

When she entered the ring tonight she would never have imagined that she would wind up here, like this.

Jessica breathed in sharply when she felt Lamya's tongue on her throbbing sex. Lamya's hands on her hips showed she was ready to embrace these new experiences, in Jessica's mind at any rate. The lusty look in her eye as Jessica climbed on top of her all but confirmed it. And here she was now, ready to have her own satisfaction. She grabbed Lamya's head through her thick raven locks and pulled her up. "Deeper." Jessica wanted to let Lamya know exactly how much she was turned on. Lamya would taste quite a lot of her honey.

This Kuwaiti girl was inexperienced. It was either that or timidity that made her use only the tip of her tongue. But Jessica craved more, needed more. The damp breaths on her aching sex proved too much for Jessica to bear. Surely, Lamya knew what a clitoris was? To be safe and sensual she guided Lamya to it with her hands. She wasn't afraid to teach Lamya. She was a girl who knew exactly how to get what she wanted. And in her own bedroom, she wanted her Kuwaiti lover as badly as she had wanted anything.

The scent of Jessica's lust was all that Lamya could smell. It permeated her senses and flooded her mind with the most unclean of thoughts. Firm flesh, wet with a mixture of sweat and desire, pressed against her faith and at times seemed to smother Lamya as her face was buried into Jessica's sex. The feeling of those fingers pulling at her ebony tresses caused her to moan against the woman's folds, and made her slender body undulate against Jessica's sheets already wet with their combined juices.

Between the moaning instruction and the guidance of skilled fingers Lamya stretched out her pink tongue. The warm muscle worked itself against Jessica's clit, back and forth in a serpentine motion. Soft lips hungrily kissed and sucked at the soft skin they found, drinking up the nectar that dripped into her mouth with increasing regularity. Lamya had been made to cum twice already, now she wanted to return the favor, and she wanted it badly.

Jessica's breaths were sharp with one coming right after the other. This virgin was good and the muscular hands wrapping around her head testified to that. Her toes curled instinctively and the muscles in her belly tightened. Oh this girl was very good. Her moans were primal, animalistic and picking up in intensity very quickly. Her legs tightened up as and she bit her lip, trying to hold out for more pleasure.

It must have felt like the biblical flood under Jessica. She loved every second of Lamya's lovely tongue and was pleasantly surprised how skilled she was. Jessica could not hold back anymore and shouted her orgasm out. She squirt all over Lamya's pretty face and released her. A look of bliss appeared on Jessica's face and she held the backboard of the bed, breathing deeply, smelling the juices that now covered her bed.

She undulated against the covers as she bobbed her head just slightly with every rolling motion of her tongue against Jessica's wet sex. As the intensity of the other woman's moans increased so to did the urgency with which Lamya serviced her conqueror. Breathless moans vibrated dark lips against hot, pink flesh as she hungered for her lover's orgasm. When she finally got what she desired, and Jessica's sweet nectar gushed down her throat and over her lips to coat her cheeks the Kuwaiti gave a low, deep moan of contentment. Slender hands grasped at firm hips, pulling and holding her mouth up against throbbing petals. Drinking down the flowing honey she sucked deeply, greedily taking in every last drop she could extract.

Jessica collapsed next to Lamya in a heap. Her body was still spasming from the breathtaking climax and she closed her eyes, taking it all in. There was no way this girl was a virgin. She was good...very good. Jessica grabbed Lamya in a hug and pulled her close, letting Lamya feel how hot she still was. She brushed Lamya's hair out of her face, eager to see the wetness on the conquered girl's face. Lamya practically shone in the dim light of the bedroom and Jessica smiled a contented smile.

"So, anything else you want to do, Miss Virgin?"

The girl was greedy for her juices and Jessica would be happy to give her some more. Part of her wanted to see what this cute Kuwaiti girl would think up. Another part of her wanted to know what depraved thoughts she could make the Kuwaiti girl think. Her pupils must have been the size of the moon as she gazed at the fellow wrestler sharing her bed.

A series of loud, breathless gasps filled Lamya's breast with lust scented air as Jessica tore herself away to flop down next to her "captive". All over her skin shone with a mixture of sweat and a cocktail of their sexual juices, and no where more so than upon her crimson cheeks and those lips which she licked like a satisfied cat. She let out a soft cooing sound when the violet haired vixen drew in her to an embrace, and almost instinctively snuggled herself in to lay her head upon Jessica's shoulder affectionately. Some time ago she had given up even attempting to identify exactly what emotions she was feeling and which were directing her actions. There was nothing left but to simply follow the night.

In spite of all that they had done thus far the woman's question still brought an embarrassed grin to Lamya's lips and caused her to sheepishly lower her eyes, though this only brought them to rest upon Jessica's warm, bare skin. Once again she showed the tip of her tongue as it savored the woman's flavor left behind as she pondered her response. Slender arms coiled around her lover's trim waist with a gentle squeeze as a lean thigh slid and pushed its way up between Jessica's legs. "Do you think we could... um... rub against each other? Maybe?" Certain she sounded a bit silly she decided to clarify her intention by shifting her body until her sex was all but pressed against the other woman's before giving her hips a playful little wiggle.