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Tamara's foot tasted of oil and sweat. Warmth filtered through the skin against Christine's lips. She felt like that warmth was feeding her somehow, that if she could just get enough of it, she would never have to eat again. Tamara's foot began descending slowly back to the balcony floor, and Christine followed it with her hands and mouth, sinking to her knees so she could continue kissing it, whimpering gently all the while. She knew she was lost now, that she would do anything, agree to anything if it meant she could follow through on the feelings inside her and...what? She couldn't articulate exactly what it was she wanted. It was like having a terrible itch and no hands to scratch it with. She'd never had sex with another woman before; she had no idea what you did, or how you did it. Tamara smiled at her invitingly, hands still behind her head, her body taut and available. Christine trembled, squeezing Tamara's foot in her hand. Frustration drove her out of herself; with a low cry she scrambled on top of the other girl's body. Tamara met her with powerful, silky arms that closed around her shoulders in welcome. The heat and sweet oil-and-sweat smell that had so aroused Christine when Tamara gave her her foot was all around her now, and stronger. It made her gasp even as she nuzzled eagerly at Tamara's throat. Nails skated down her spine and she cried out, pressing her middle down on Tamara's. "Got you now," Tamara purred. "Don't I? Got you good. Go ahead and kiss me, baby. Oh my, but you're hot. Aren't you? Aren't you a horny girl? Poor Christine. Poor silly girl. Didn't know what she had right under her nose all these months, did she? Didn't know I would have let you do this the first night you moved in. Didn't know you could have come knocking on my door any night and I would have let you come in and do me. Well come on, baby. Come on make up for all that lost time." Tamara's words burned in Christine's ears and in the hot place between her legs. She sobbed and wriggled on top of Tamara, biting at her shoulders and mumbling at her tits until her lips found a hard nipple to suck. Her pussy slid onto Tamara's smooth thigh, and the sudden friction of the other girl's skin on her clit drove her to a mindless pumping, ass bouncing up and down. Her legs scissored back and forth, toes trying to find purchase on the concrete. So good, so good. No penetration, just that sweet, maddening rub. Tamara growled and purred in her ear, encouraging her to keep rubbing. Then, just as she could feel her muscles knotting in preparation for orgasm, Tamara got up, tumbling Christine onto the now rumpled towel beside her. No. The ferocity with which she grabbed at Tamara's shoulders surprised her a little. She'd always been a shy girl. Even when she did herself at night, it was gently, tentatively. Now she was a sphynx herself, a lion-girl ravenous for pleasure, refusing to be denied. "Easy," Tamara purred, pressing her arms down, and she calmed immediately, though her limbs still twitched. Christine spread her legs at Tamara's touch and then stiffened as the other girl leaned forward and buried her face in her sopping bush. The delicious rubbing sensation was back now, but Tamara's tongue made it infinitely more subtle, almost maddening. She began with a sloppy lapping up and down Christine's lips, then began flicking the tip of her tongue against her swollen clit. "Jesus," Christine whimpered, her hands and ankles beating helplessly at her sides like landed fish. Tamara purr-laughed onto her pussy, and she didn't have to declare her intentions. She didn't have to tell Christine that she intended to torture her with pleasure, that she was going to lick at the tender bud of her clit until she climaxed over and over again. Christine stared up at the sky while pleasure sizzled through her. She was distracting herself. She wanted the pleasure to last. An airplane was flying overhead, and she watched it crawl unhurriedly between the few white clouds in the sky. She listened to the gentle snuffling noises Tamara made as she ate her. The first orgasm was forming itself inside her, making her mouth water with its intensity. She held it back as long as she could, then with a low cry, surrendered herself to it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------
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