The Next Best Thing to Naked

Odessa had spent quite a bit of time thinking about how she could keep Isabella in bed for longer and longer periods of time. They had spent upwards of twelve hours making love on multiple occasions, but with a few allowances made for creature comforts Odessa was sure they could comfortably survive for weeks, making the bedroom into a self-sufficient oasis.

If only Isabella would take those ideas seriously!

Of course, sometimes she did. And Odessa knew that, in the end, she was grateful for Isabella just the way she was—as reluctant as she often was to indulge in Odessa's games, when she did, it was pure, unfiltered delight for the British woman. "Oh, I positively love the idea, Isabella. I do hope you'll stuff the box full with as many kinky ideas as you can imagine, because I would relish the opportunity to pick your brain."

She would have been glad just to discuss that idea. But Isabella, reacting to Odessa's whisper, would give the ebony woman a shove, forcing Odessa back against the arm of the couch, before she stood up...and practically tore off her top! Odessa's eyes widened, her lips split into a huge grin, and she practically drooled as, quickly, she would begin to rip off her own lingerie, unclasping her bra and whipping it off behind her, and then sliding her panties down, taking a couple of tries as her hands wouldn't stop quivering and she refused to take her eyes off of the gorgeous Isabella, as she dropped her shorts and was now completely nude!

"Oh, Isabella...!" Odessa would moan, biting her lip as she drank in the gorgeous Venus-like form in front of her. "God, I am so wet, Isabella...just from thinking about you..." Odessa would say, using two fingers to open up her sex, giving Isabella a good view of it as it leaked juices. "You are simply perfect, my love..."