[Shamika]
[Makeeda]
Shamika knew where Laura parked, on
the days she drove to work, since Laura had given her a ride home a few
times.� There was a parking garage
directly behind Laura's office building, with a floor reserved for workers in
her suite of offices.� And so there was
Shamika, waiting for her one afternoon, when she got to her car.
Shamika had a sexy little smirk on
her face, but apart from that what Laura noticed first was that she was not
wearing a bra under her green 'uniform' golf shirt.� Shamika had large, luscious, protruding
nipples that swelled up and poked through the cotton fabric like two bulbous headlights.� She clearly meant for them to be seen, and
Laura could barely take her eyes off them.�
She had had each one in her mouth on numerous occasions and had sucked
herself to heaven.
"What are you doing here?" she
asked, initially baffled, then comprehending.� She looked around to see if anyone else was
nearby.� The faint smell of gasoline
fumes permeated the air, and as usual she was eager to get inside her car as
quickly as possible.
"Waiting for you," Shamika
flirted.� She twisted her shoulders a
little so that her firm young breasts and her bulbous nipples moved under her
shirt.� "You staring, Laura," she whispered,
as if they could be overheard.
"Sorry."� Laura blushed a
deep, hot rose hue, but the parking garage was so dimly lit that she doubted
you could see it.�
"You ain't sorry.� You love these."
Laura gulped.� "I do.�
But we're sort of . . . conspicuous here."
Shamika looked around and
smiled.� "Ain't nobody
here but us."
Laura opened the driver's side
door.� "Get in the other side."
"If we get in back, I can pull this
up," Shamika smirked again provocatively, tugging at the hem of her shirt with
the fingers of both hands.
"Get in the front," Laura ordered
her.
Shamika obeyed her, but
reluctantly.� "We can't go to Auntie's
place," she said glumly.� "Last time you
were there she smelled it or something."
"She didn't really know, did she?"� Ever since Iola had warned Laura away from
Shamika, Laura had cringed at the thought of being caught.� Last time had been too risky, but as far as
she knew Iola had suspected nothing.� At
any rate, she had not brought it up with Laura.
"She don't
know shit," Shamika said.� "But she
sniffs around like we was fucking in every room, then
says snotty things she hopes will get me to admit it.� 'Smells like Laura in here, don't it?'� 'You been seeing
anything of Laura lately?� You know what
I told you about seeing Laura, girl!� You
are underage!� Behave yourself, you
little tramp!'� Shit like that."
Laura put a hand on Shamika's
hand.� Oh god, we're caught in a damned
triangle, with me fucking both of them! she
thought.� Shamika said, "Let's get in the
back seat.� We can do it quick.� No one will know."
Laura was already wet, just from
the proximity to this enchanting girl.�
It was very hard for her to resist.�
"Someone will see us," she murmured.�
"Or hear us."
"I'll be quiet.� I won't make any noise."
Laura grinned and could not suppress
a soft laugh.� "Honey, you always make noise.� You scream when you come."
"I can stuff my shirt in my mouth."
Laura shook her head.� "Too dangerous."
"No, it isn't dangerous!" Shamika
said forcefully, turning her hand under Laura's and drawing Laura's up under
her shirt, pulling it up to cup one of her warm, amazingly firm young
breasts.� "See, you want that."
Laura leaned over and roughly
kissed her mouth.� "Maybe you are a little tramp," she murmured
against Shamika's teeth, before coiling her tongue around the girl's.
"Get in the back and fuck me
quick," Shamika panted.
Laura pulled her face back a little
and swept her eyes around rapidly, surveying the shadowy expanse of the parking
garage to see if anyone were present.� She
saw no one.� Of course you're not going
to see anyone! she snapped at herself.� No one will show up until you're actually
doing it.� That's the way it works,
dummy.
"Laura!" Shamika raised her voice
to get Laura's attention again.� "We can
do it quick."
"I know . . . I know," Laura said,
opening her door.�
In five seconds they were in the
back seat, slinking down below the windows.�
Shamika pulled her shirt up around her neck, exposing her marvelous
young naked breasts, firm and jutting, her black nipples bulbous and gleaming
in the half-dark of the dim garage.� Oh
shit, Laura thought, how can I stop myself?�
How can I keep away from her?
She instantly had her mouth and her
hands all over them, squeezing and sucking the small firm globes almost
maniacally.� This girl knows how to get
to me.� God, she goes directly for my
most vulnerable point.�
"Unh . . . unh!"
Shamika gasped, wild with excitement as Laura devoured her nipples.
"Quick . . . pull down your pants,"
Laura gasped to her.
Oh god, we're going to be seen! she thought in a flash of panic.� But she had to admit there was a hot,
dangerous thrill to it.� She hadn't
risked anything like this since the old days when she and Yvette had been
unable to stop fucking in vacant offices, while people were away for lunch.�
They had got caught, too.� Once or twice.� While
Shamika was unzipping her white pants and pushing them and her panties down
around her knees, Laura craned her neck and head upwards above the car window
line, scoping the dark area full of parked cars.� The chance of seeing someone she knew was
miniscule, she knew, but still the thought nearly paralyzed her.� Fortunately, there were several empty parking
spaces on both sides of her car since it was late afternoon and people were
leaving work.
"Laura," Shamika panted softly to
get her attention again.
"Sorry.� I'm just afraid someone will see us."
Shamika gave her a very seductive
little grin which seemed to say: Let them get a thrill.� We're hot.
Laura leaned down and kissed her
savagely, as if to wipe this self-satisfied little smirk off her face.� She held Shamika's firm breasts in both hands
and squeezed them passionately while they kissed.� Then, still kissing her, she dropped her hand
down between Shamika's thighs.� Shamika
obligingly scooted her butt forward on the back seat and spread her thighs to
give Laura easier access.
"Suck me again," she panted.� "It makes me want to come."
"Mmmm, me too!"� Laura needed no encouragement.� She slurped and sucked Shamika's bulging damp
nipples as before, but now also pumped her soupy, greasy, warm, snug pussy with
two fingers.�
"Unh!� Unh!� Unh!" Shamika grunted softly, churning her pelvis up into
Laura's rapid thrusts, quickly going off the rails.� "Mnnnneee!� Oh shit . . . I'm going to come!"
"Do it, honey!� Do it!�
Do it now!"
"Unh!� Ungghhh!"
Laura just knew they could be
heard, or that someone was watching.� Her
gaze was focused on Shamika's wet breasts, but out of the corners of her eyes
she could see headlights sweeping across the low ceiling of the garage, or
glinting off the windows of vacant nearby cars.�
"Anngghiiiee!"
Shamika suddenly burst out, a clotted cry of fierce sexual pleasure.
But still she had not climaxed; she
was just hovering, straining on the edge, still pumping and writhing against
the seat, clamping her hard thighs together on Laura's thrusting hand.� The car, Laura knew, was even shaking a
little as they struggled.
"Oh god!"
"You can come, honey," Laura
encouraged her.� Hurry,
darling.� You're almost
there.� "Do it.� Do it!"
"Yes.� Anngghhh!�
Oh!"
Laura sucked one of her bulging,
shiny, saliva-wet nipples into her mouth again, sucking hard, thrusting
hard.� She felt a little jolt in
Shamika's twisting body and knew they had arrived.
"Unngghhh!� Ahnngg!�
MNNNGGIIEEE!� Oh!� Oh!"
"Here, honey, here," Laura said,
incoherently, pushing her mouth now into Shamika's open mouth to try to stop
her screams.� Their teeth clanked
painfully together, but Shamika got off another yelp anyway.
"ANNGHHIIEE!� Oh!"�
She gasped and closed her mouth, her face torn with a sharp ecstasy as
she gazed almost worshipfully into Laura's eyes.� "Sorry!"
"That's okay, honey," Laura kissed
her cheek, smiling at the quickness, and also the apparent force, of Shamika's
orgasm.� "Here . . . let's get these back
up."� She quickly pulled up Shamika's
panties and pants, wiping her fingers on the seat, tugging Shamika's golf shirt
down over the marvelous jutting young breasts.�
Shamika was still panting softly.
"You didn't get to come," she said
sheepishly, in a small voice.
"Don't worry about me," Laura said,
now scooting up and glancing around the garage in a
three-sixty sweep.� "Here . . .
let's get back into the front."
Shamika hastily buttoned and
zipped.� Laura was already back behind
the wheel when she climbed into the passenger seat next to her, looking
ravished, her hair mussed, her eyes still a little glassy.� In the distance, perhaps fifty yards away,
Laura glimpsed two people getting into a Beemer.� Act as if nothing happened, she had the impulse
to tell Shamika, but then dismissed the urge as silly.� Of course nothing happened.� They're way down there, they can't see
us.� Anyway, there's nothing to see.
She patted Shamika's knee.� "You all better now?"
"God, that was so good!� I'm sorry if I almost got you in trouble."
Laura leaned over closer to her, so
that her lips were very close to Shamika's cheek.� "I'll let you in on a secret," she
whispered.� "I really like fucking you."
A sharp tremor of excitement
momentarily gripped Shamika's body, and she burped up a quick, nervous
laugh.� "I . . . really like it too," she
glowed and shimmered.� Laura wanted to do
it again but realized that was going overboard.
"Let's get you home.� Don't want Auntie Iola getting suspicious, do
we?� Soon she'll be asking 'Did you do it
with Laura in the parking garage?'� Can't have that."
Shamika laughed again.� She said nothing for a few minutes as Laura
started the car and spiraled slowly down the descending ramp to the exit.� Then, as they emerged into daylight: "I think
she just wants to have you for herself."
Laura didn't know what to say.� She and Iola had not had sex for a few weeks,
since, first, Makeeda had been home, and after that it was always difficult to
get together because of this very girl sitting next to her, since Shamika lived
with Iola.� In fact, their second and
only time together, she and Iola, had taken place at the apartment of a friend
of Iola's who was on a business trip.�
She couldn't very well say to Shamika, Well, your aunt and I can't just be fucking in the back bedroom while
you're doing your algebra at the kitchen table, can we?� No
wonder she's a little jealous of you.�
Or could she?
But she thought better of it.� Fortunately, Shamika was not jealous.� She just wanted more of Laura's time and
attention.� What a mess, Laura
thought.� On top of this, she realized as
she pulled up at the entrance to Shamika's aunt's condo building, she was
frightfully horny herself from the experience they had just gone through.� Shamika had climaxed quickly and splendidly,
but Laura was an aching knot.
Nevertheless, after glancing
hurriedly around to make sure they weren't seen, she pecked Shamika on the
forehead.� "I had fun."
"Me too," Shamika beamed as she
popped out of the car.� "Can we do it again?"
"Let's try to find a bed next
time," Laura said with a straight face.�
Then, before driving off, she watched Shamika's sensational ass, encased
in her tight white pants, until Shamika got to the door of the building, paused
to wave back at her with a huge, salacious grin, then disappeared inside.
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Makeeda was cooking spaghetti when
Laura got home.� She had been back in
town for a few weeks already but was leaving the following morning for L.A.
to rendezvous with her vocal coach and to rehearse for a new CD she would
record in the coming months.�
I am as horny as a tick, Laura
thought as she approached her in the kitchen from behind, admiring Makeeda's
ass, below her apron strings, just as she had earlier been admiring
Shamika's.� Makeeda too was wearing tight
pants, though dark blue.� Laura cupped
her ass cheeks, buns of steel, oh my god!, in both
hands and squeezed, then pulled up Makeeda's thick hair with one hand and
passionately kissed the nape of her neck.
"Shit . . ." Makeeda laughed,
squirming away, "you're going to make me spill tomato sauce all over the
place!"� She waved a saucy spoon at Laura
as she turned around from the stove.
"Turn it off for a few minutes, I
need you bad," Laura panted, kissing her feverishly.
"Be careful, Grace!" she laughed,
kissing Laura back.� "Now you're going to
spill spaghetti sauce all over me!� You . . . sex fiend!� You rapist!"
Laura ran her hands hungrily all
over Makeeda's delicious body, through her clothes.� "You got that right," she panted against her
cheek.� "I'm going to fuck your pretty
ears off . . . and then�"���������������������
"And then you're going to help me
clean up the mess you've made."� She
twisted away from Laura and pushed her away from the stove with her free
hand.� "Give me a second, okay?� Here . . . taste."
She offered Laura a small bit of
sauce in the bowl of the spoon.� This was
a ritual they went through every time.�
Makeeda always made her spaghetti sauce the same, and it always tasted
the same, and Laura always smiled with near-delirious pleasure and said:� "Yummmm!�
My compliments to the chef."� And Makeeda always smirked with
satisfaction.� They went through the
routine with careful attention to each detail, and then Laura removed the spoon
from Makeeda's hand, set it down on the counter top, turned off the fire under
the sauce, and drew her close.
"I need you to fuck me," she
murmured against Makeeda's cheek.� "I
need it now.� You're going to be
gone.� I need you to fuck me."
"Well . . ." Makeeda smiled, "since
you put it that way . . ."
Laura embraced her and kissed her
ravenously right there by the stove, untying her apron strings at the same
time, then taking her hand and drawing her toward the bedroom.� "I want you to do it all to me," she panted,
letting Makeeda see how feverish and urgent her lust was.
"Wow, have you been sitting there
in your office all day just dreaming this up?" Makeeda laughed softly,
marveling at Laura's suddenly demanding lechery.�
Laura was already half-undressed
and began plucking at Makeeda's sweatshirt.�
"Take this off."
Makeeda pulled it over her head,
shaking her thick hair free.� Her
marvelous, amazing, perfect breasts were naked and shimmied a little.� Laura could never take her eyes off them.�
"I want you to fuck me with the
raging hard-on," she panted.
They had a strap-on dildo that they
kept in a drawer by the bed for just such occasions, one they both relished: a
nine-incher, with ridges up and down the entire shaft.� It was called The Raging Hard-On, a name they
both used for it and which could cause them to break into gales of laughter,
tinged with sexual excitement.� The RHO
could give you piercing, shattering orgasms, especially when the love of your
life was happily spearing you with it.
This time, however, they did not
laugh.� Somehow they both realized that
Laura's need was too great, that this was deadly serious, and that laughter
would come later.� Right now, as Makeeda
was unzipping her pants and pulling down the bedcovers, Laura took the
opportunity to pop briefly into the bathroom and to wash her hands, which she
suddenly feared might still bear a trace of the odor of Shamika's sweet
pussy.� Why did I not do this as soon as
I came in the door? she wondered, ashamed that she
should be so feckless.
When she returned to the bedroom,
Makeeda was already completely naked with the strap-on harness in place and the
RHO sticking out menacingly from
her groin.� She was holding the ridged
shaft in one hand, delicately, by the fingers, cupping one of her delicious
breasts provocatively with the other, running her thumb over her large, swollen
black nipple.� "You want?"
"I want," Laura half-growled,
feeling a surge of sheer animalistic lust gather in her body.
She wanted to be almost completely
destroyed sexually by Makeeda, who she knew was up to the job.� This woman was strong.� She was fit, she swam nearly every day of her
life, her muscles rippled, her grasp and embrace were
intense and fierce.� She could slam you
with the strap-on, spear and rip you with it using a force that was equal to
most men Laura had encountered, long ago now.�
��
On top of that, she looked like
some kind of miracle, a dark brown goddess standing there by the bed, her
magnificent breasts jutting, her hard midriff rippled and sleek, her thighs
glossy and clenched, and the obscene weapon springing up from her groin, like a
priapic man's fiercely exaggerated prong, a thick huge monster with which she
intended to plunder Laura's aching pussy until it surrendered.�
Laura felt a tiny, excited tremor
travel the length of her body, and she giggled softly.� Both of them saw it, and felt it.� Makeeda grinned.� "Want me to tie you to the bed?" she asked
suggestively.
And even though they had done it
once or twice in the past, and thoroughly enjoyed the consequent wild thrills,
Laura shook her head this time.� "Takes
too long," she said, realizing that her voice was clotted and muted by the
thundering pulse in her throat.� "Anyway
. . . I won't be trying to escape."
Makeeda made a playful growl and
waggled the huge, menacing dildo back and forth with her hand.� "Then get over here, my flower.� The Raging Hard On wants you bad."
Laura approached her.� As she neared Makeeda, and then touched her,
feeling Makeeda's hard arm against her naked breast, feeling her breath on her
cheek, she was briefly flooded by a hot stream of guilt for having fucked a
nubile young school girl in the back seat of her car only about an hour or so
ago.� And not only that, I loved every
second of it! she realized.� It was cheating.� She felt embarrassed and guilty about
it.� Would a fierce, savage fucking
delivered by Makeeda wash away her guilt?�
Should she confess?� She never
confessed.�
Her eyes caught and held Makeeda's,
which were already dancing with the anticipation of a horrifically exciting
fuck.� "Don't be gentle," Laura whispered
to her.
Makeeda smiled, lacing it with a
touch of the sinister.� "Oh?� My baby wants to be hammered?"
"You know I love being fucked hard
by you."
"Mmmm, gives you something to
remember while I'm gone," Makeeda said, pulling her down onto the bed and
beginning to caress Laura's naked body roughly, demandingly.
"Yes.� Yes!�
Do it hard!"
"Oh, I will . . . I will," Makeeda
panted in between the hot kisses she was planting everywhere on Laura's
writhing body.
For several minutes it was simply
an orgy of groping and stroking and sucking and kissing between them, with no
thought of the eventual fucking; just this hungry devouring of each other's
tense, needy flesh.� But Makeeda, of
course, was the dominant one, since they had chosen this, and she forced Laura
onto her back and swarmed over her, savaging Laura's aching nipples with her
lips and teeth, squeezing the firm little balls of Laura's breasts with her
fingers, sucking her neck, probing her wet, seething pussy with two rough
fingers, until Laura was gasping and whimpering and moaning for her to get on
with it.
"Do it to me . . . you bitch!" she
gasped.� "Quit making me wait!� Please!"
"Mmmm," Makeeda purred, "I always
think you've been naughty when you want me to fuck you hard."� She sucked Laura's neck until Laura squealed,
knowing she would leave a mark, but also stricken by a sharp lightning bolt of
sheer, frenzied lust.
"Ohhnngghnniiee!" she squealed,
writhing under Makeeda's thrilling hard body.
She realized in a squirt of stark
honesty that Makeeda was of course right: she was extra horny because of
Shamika, because she had fucked her without climaxing herself, and because she
was simmering with guilt at having done it at all.� And she felt a surge of panic too that
Makeeda seemed to sense it in her, this need to be completely dominated and
scoured clean through hot fucking.
But on the other hand, what did it
matter?� If this muddled undercurrent
made their sex hotter, more urgent, more fiery, then
that was a good thing.� They had been
together now over two years, and had explored nearly every theme of hot lesbian
fucking you could imagine.� Like any
happily married couple, they could use whatever little added spice guilt or
fantasy could supply.� This
realization made her clasp Makeeda's naked body even more tightly to her, and
also quickly swallow down again the urge to confess.
And Makeeda wasted no time
delivering.� She slid the Raging Hard-On
into Laura's soupy cunt and literally slammed it home, with a sharp thrust of
her hips.
"Anngghh!"
Laura groaned, wincing as she felt the huge thing penetrate her.� "Oh shit!"
"Mmnnggrr . . . you like that,"
Makeeda smiled playfully.
"Yes," Laura panted, feeling the
fire leap through her body as Makeeda began fucking her in earnest.� "Yes . . . unh . . . yes yes . . . unh!� Anngghh!"
Makeeda speared her with the dildo
and smiled as she watched the sweet, pleasurable agony constrict Laura's
face.� She ran her hands up Laura's body
to her breasts and pinched her nipples while she began relentlessly fucking
her, ramming her, piercing her, summoning yelps and squeals from Laura as she
felt the hot gathering storm build within.�
"Ungghh!� Annghiieee!�
Oh!� Oh . . . shit!� Ummnngghh!"
Makeeda, usually so sweet and mild,
could become a sexual terrorist when the spirit moved her, especially when
cheered on by Laura's keen desire to be dominated and fiercely fucked.� She delivered in spades, pulling Laura's body
over to the edge of the mattress so that she could stand on the floor while
plundering Laura's pussy, gaining extra leverage from having her feet on solid
wood.� They were both panting maniacally
by now, and Makeeda was grunting with each powerful thrust.� And Laura's whole writhing body was lit up by
arrows of fire as the huge hard shaft plunged deep into her.
"Ohhh god . . . oh god yes!" she
gasped, reaching up to grab the wildly thrusting Makeeda by the shoulders,
glaring into her eyes, begging for more.
"Fuck me in the ass!" she gasped to
her.� "I'm going to come.� Fuck me in the ass."
"Oh baby, you want the whole
treatment, don't you," Makeeda panted, almost out of breath herself.� "You want the Raging Hard-On in that pretty
little white girl booty?"
"Yes!� God . . . yes!� Quick!�
Do it!"
Makeeda pushed Laura's body back
closer to the middle of the mattress now, away from the edge, reaching for the
bottle of lubricant they always kept on the bedstand; but Laura brushed her
hand away before she could reach it, feeling the gamma-ray fury that would
blast away her guilt building and burbling inside her squirming body.� Makeeda got the message.� Laura's pussy was flooding with juices and
had oiled up the RHO well enough
already.
"Honey . . . you are going to come, aren't you," Makeeda
said softly as she pulled the huge, greasy shaft from Laura's swollen, clinging
cunt lips and nudge the bulbous head of it against her tightly shut little
asshole.
"Oh god yes!"
Laura gasped again, with fiery desperation in her eyes.� She felt like she would pop as soon as it
entered her.� "Please!� Ungghh!"
With her forefinger, Makeeda
prepared the way, inserting it, wobbling it a little to widen the
aperture.� Tears sprang to Laura's eyes
as the head of the dildo slipped into her anus.�
The breath caught in her throat.�
There was always a little pain, a short, sharp stab, but it quickly
vanished, replaced by the sensation of being completely crammed with a massive
pole, her whole body swelling up as if it would burst.
"Anngghhhh!" she groaned.
And Makeeda paused, the dildo only
about a third into Laura's ass.�
"Don't stop!� Unggghhh!"
Makeeda eased it all the way
in.� The hard muscles of her thighs
pressed against the backs of Laura's.�
Makeeda's hands ran all over Laura's naked back, then up to her
shoulders.� She pulled dildo part of the
way out of Laura's ass, then drove it home again with
force, enough to make Laura gag and feel sharp arrows of sexual pleasure
permeate her entire body.
"Awwonnnggg!" she groaned, wincing,
gnawing her lower lip, certain she was going to come in an instant.�
Makeeda must have been certain of
it too, for she began to pump Laura with a rare and heated vigor, spearing her
with the dildo, lunging into her, thrusting so hard that Laura's lower body was
raised literally up off the mattress with each jab.
"Ungh!� Ungh!� Ungh!" Laura groaned.
She found herself wondering in the
back of her mind if Makeeda didn't sense something about her earlier
indiscretion with Shamika and was furiously fuck-punishing her as a result, hammering and piercing her, making her yelp and
whimper.� But this fleeting thought soon
got obliterated by the effects of the hammering she was taking from the Raging
Hard-On, as well as having the breath nearly squeezed out of her by Makeeda's
fierce embrace.
"Ohnnggg . . . oh shit!� Ungh!"
And then without warning she was
coming, as they both had known she would.�
Nobody could last for long under this fervent and passionate pounding,
and Laura's whole body was soon convulsing and shuddering through a wrenching
series of killer spasms, wracked so sharply that she could make no cries but only
squeaky little peeps of pleasure from her tightly constricted throat.
"Neee!� Mnnnggeee!"
After about twenty seconds of this,
Makeeda slowly relented, until finally she stopped thrusting and simply held
Laura, panting from her own exertions while Laura moaned and quivered through
about a dozen aftershocks.� Only two or
three times in their entire relationship had Makeeda ever fucked her this hard.� Both of them
knew it, and both of them were a little stunned and chastened in the
aftermath.�
When their breathing returned to
normal, they still didn't speak.� After
another long interval, Makeeda slowly withdrew the RHO
from Laura's plundered rectum, not without a little hissing on Laura's part.� She slipped out of the harness, placing the
wet shaft to the side of their huge bed, and took Laura tenderly into her
arms.� She kissed Laura's neck and cheek.
"You wanted it . . . you got it,"
she murmured, with a lazy grin, happily pushing her naked breasts into Laura's.
"I got it all right," Laura smiled,
still half-dazed.� "You are a wild
woman."
"Wildly in love," Makeeda whispered
against her lips.� "Once in a while I
have to let it all out."
The 'in love' part, though true,
pierced Laura's heart because she herself had been unfaithful.� And only two hours ago.� And yet, without realizing it, Makeeda had
certainly made her pay.� She smiled and
kissed her.� "Is that what it means to be
in love?� Fucking your angel like a
linebacker in heat?� Maybe I'll have to
try it myself."
"I wish you would."� Makeeda put a fingertip on Laura's lips.� "But first, my darling, we eat my famous
spaghetti.� Which is
getting cold on the stove while we rut and sweat."
"Oh, is that what you call it," Laura pinched her beautiful ass lightly as
Makeeda slid of the edge of the bed.
Makeeda quickly pulled on her
clothes again and disappeared down the hallway toward the kitchen.� "Open a bottle of wine," she said back over her
shoulder to Laura.� She winked.� "To heat up your blood a
little.� You owe me."
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