Chapter 900 Crazy Banging Nights:>Ep28

• Another tiny squirt of juice sprayed her tongue. The woman went into some particularly violent trashes as she tried to stifle as scream of pleasure by holding her lower arm over her mouth. The other hand hung on to her head, pressing it still harder against the pleasure-craving pussy as she rode through the last waves of her tremendous eruption. A few final spasms made the clit dance against her tongue as she tried to concentrate on the right moment to ease the intensity of her stimulation. It probably was the very last second. The body had started trembling stiffly – in a completely different way than a second before – and the hand on her head suddenly stopped pulling. But she avoided the painful tug in her hair and sensed how the woman's body slowly relaxed and sank into some kind of sated indolence; a decent into a pleasurable afterglow that Linda concentrated on letting her down into with all the attentiveness she could possibly muster. Only the best was good enough for a goddess like this one; like her own mistress Mary!
• After another very refreshing shower, the two lovers stood together on the apartment balcony with a glass of lemon juice each. It was just past midnight, and the moon was already high, making an extraordinary beautiful reflection in the calm ocean surface out there. Mary felt more receptive to this kind of beauty than ever before. She had always enjoyed it of course, but never with such keyed-up senses as right now. She was filled with a glow of satisfaction she had never even thought possible. The warm, salty breeze toyed with their hair and tucked on the flicks of their robes as they stood in silence, just enjoying each other's company and all the beauty around them. What a fantastic night! What a fantastic place… and not to mention the feeling of sheer happiness! Mary saw a tiny fishing-boat drift slowly into the sparkling reflections of the moonlight. A seagull crossed through in the opposite direction. A faint scent of spicy barbeque drifted up to them and reminded her that she was actually a bit hungry. But not that much still. There were much more important things to this night than food. This was the time for a different kind of nutrition. One of her most important nights…
• "It's like a fairytale… really!" Linda's voice almost made Mary jump. "I still can't believe that I'm here. Here in this beautiful place; here with you. I - I'm so happy…