lesbian sex - indian girl with her foreign friend
Posted: Mon Nov 04, 2024 1:40 am
I Love Lesbian Sex. Well the first time I learned about having sex, I was crazy. I always entertained reading Lesbian sex stories. Watching porn and reading juicy women's naked body always addicts me. This is why I'm sharing a true, personal love story from the experience of the Lesbian sex story.
As soon as the four o'clock bell rang, most of the students dashed out immediately. It was a spring Friday, so spending an afternoon in any open space was far better than staying inside that building with its sterile walls and tall, narrow corridors. Carla calmly picked up her things, entirely unaware of the actual weather or of Amelia, her friend sitting at the last desk, watching her.
A Lesbian Romance - An Indian Girl and Her Foreign Friend
Carla began walking, her bag slung over her shoulder. She smoothed down her shirt a bit and then straightened her skirt. After sitting for hours, she felt a little creased. Besides, even though classes were over, she still had to present the right image: anyone who saw a young lady dressed in a blue-and-gray pleated skirt would know she studied at the renowned Wilson English Academy.
She stepped out the front door, still deep in thought. Amelia followed behind her, trailing a few steps back until she quickened her pace, closing the distance between them. When they reached a quiet street, she shaded her eyes with one hand, watching Carla intently.
"Amy?" Carla whispered uncertainly, feeling the hands of her companion.
Amelia pushed her blond hair away, left a very subtle kiss on her neck and turned away as Carla turned and looked at her with a faint smile. It was impossible not to miss several seconds in the greenish eyes that hid behind his glasses of pasta and now seemed clearer by the sun.
"Do you want to go to the park for a while?"
Carla cocked her head and bit her lip. He denied a couple of times.
-I have to study…
Amelia looked blank and laughed.
"The math?" He did not wait for her to say yes. "It's Tuesday!"
"You know I do not like to leave everything for the last minute, Amy.
Amelia looked at her defiantly, then turned her face into one of more tender, pleading features.
"If you look at me like that, I can not say no," Carla said between her teeth.
They had arrived at the park a little over an hour ago. The lawn was beautiful, and both had been squeezed out to enjoy the feel of the spring breeze. They were alone, except for a family playing ball a few feet away. Carla glanced at a book as she stroked Amelia's dark hair, humming a song propped on her chest. The dusk was beginning to stain the sky with warm colors, and when she saw it, the busiest one felt comforted and comfortable.
lesbian sex - Indian girl with her foreign friend
She looked around and found that there was no one left in the park. She closed the book and set it aside on the grass. Then she put his arms around her, drawing her into his body. She caught herself as she buried her face in the other's neck and sighed in his ear.
Amelia felt her body tremble at this contact; For although they had been together for some months, it was she who always took the time to kiss or only to touch one another. And it is that, in the background, neither of them was expert in relations and still less in how two women are loved. Besides, they were opposites: Amelia was dark, clueless, somewhat rebellious; While Carla was blonde, responsible and very studious. After a solid friendship, notes in the middle of class and furtive glances, long ago they decided to let themselves be carried away by their feelings and the butterflies that fluttered in their stomachs.
The brunette smiled as she remembered all this briefly, and sat up a little to see her face. She felt the fire inside her, as she had felt so many times in the hallways of the school, class, and other places where she could not reveal that passion. Their gazes connected. Amelia rested her hand on Carla's cheek and caressed it, slowly moving down her neck. It was hard for her to ignore her body until she could do no more: she rested on one of her breasts and bit her lip at the sight she gave him.
Amy massaged her breast over her shirt until she felt her nipple harden. I could feel it through the cloth. He did the same with the other, just to make sure that his girlfriend's body reacted to her and it had not been his imagination. She heard her gasp, and soon her other nipple also rose erect. That image was so erotic that it fiercely attacked the girl's lips, causing her to fall backward.
lesbian sex - Indian girl with her foreign friend
The brunette's body gripped the other's body, and her hips began to move unconsciously as they kissed each other more and more wet and less chaste. The lawn curved slightly as Carla's hands surrounded her, Amelia paused and turned away slightly, as if she had just regained consciousness.
"I'm sorry, Carla," he murmured against his lips. I know we said we would go slow, but I have a hard time controlling myself. I want you so much…
The blonde shook her head and kissed her.
Amelia resumed that rhythmic hips movement and was surprised to see how her girl opened her legs letting her fit better between them. His hands began to unfasten the buttons of Carla's shirt in a run over, anxious. You could hear a couple arguing, but it was in the distance, maybe where the swings were. Amy did not want to hear it.
She needed to feel what the feel of her skin felt like and how it felt to touch it. His buds finally caressed the area that was not covered by the thick top she wore and recreated in it. It was not long before she put his fingers under the cloth and caressed her pink nipples, which were all erect.
This time it was Carla who gripped the brunette's buttocks hard and moaned in her ear as short as she could at those breasts. Amelia, with an almost animal instinct, lifted the girl's skirt and pressed her fingers against his intimacy, plucking a new throaty cry that was silenced by a desperate kiss.
As time passed, Amelia found it harder to resist. At that moment she could only think of how to please his girlfriend, no matter where they were and despite their soft hands and their green movements. It was the first time they had come so far, and it was not entirely clear what the regulations were in these circumstances. For this reason, she let himself be guided by his body and by Carla, who waddled on the grass with each new caress.
She broke the kiss reluctantly just to look into the girl's eyes and find in them the answer she was looking for: a "forward, Amy." In other circumstances, I would have asked her to speak it, but she was so excited by the situation that she settled for that darkened and encouraging look.
lesbian sex - Indian girl with her foreign friend
He began to kiss her neck, down it until it ended in his chest. His fingers-stricken with nerves, insecurity, and excitement-unceremoniously pushed Carla's panties aside, plunging into that area he wanted to touch and satisfy. He bit one of her breasts at the wetness of her sweetheart, and for a moment she felt faint at the sound of a new sound between a groan and a grunt. Carla wanted more, and Amelia was willing to give it to her.
-You like? He asked near her ear.
Carla nodded a couple of times, could not have done anything else. She was too shy to pick up two letters and say "yes!" Surely. But Amelia did not care. A soft wind began to blow, and then he found the exact spot where the wines were louder and longer and stayed right there. He began a series of circular motions, alternating them with slight strokes with the tips of his fingers. He rose for a moment because he thought he had forgotten the taste of her lips and sighed against them when he noticed how the blonde was kissed with impatience.
Carla's hands traveled aimlessly over the body of her companion until they reached her sex, which also screamed for some attention. Then the young woman placed the palm of his hand on him unexpectedly, pressing, which started an Amelia who, with a little care, inserted one of her fingers into Carla. He had to censor his moans with an intense kiss where they explored with ferocity.
Amelia moved inside the girl in a chaotic and disorganized way, with no rhythm. But each time he did it faster and deeper. Because of how she responded to these onslaughts, Carla's body seemed to be enjoying it very much, although she also delighted in that image: her girl in ecstasy on the grass. He had never given anyone any pleasure, and now he wondered how he could have lived so long without it. The happy face of the blonde was decisive when incorporating a second finger, which became accustomed quickly to the movements of the first and imitated them.
lesbian sex - Indian girl with her foreign friend
Then her partner's back arched completely and a long groan settled and set aside at that moment. Amelia felt the inside of her bride embrace his fingers and twitched. He was pumping. The aunt? Yes. He searched for his lips because he was dying to know what the orgasm would be like in a kiss. He discovered it when he found his tongue: it was expected, wild, ecstatic.
He kept his fingers inside Carla, but let her body fall over hers. It was getting dark. His breaths rang for a few seconds, and still inside, he approached her ear and asked,
"Do not go to Paris. Amelia's voice sounded vulnerable, even though she had not been the victim of orgasm. Please.
As soon as the four o'clock bell rang, most of the students dashed out immediately. It was a spring Friday, so spending an afternoon in any open space was far better than staying inside that building with its sterile walls and tall, narrow corridors. Carla calmly picked up her things, entirely unaware of the actual weather or of Amelia, her friend sitting at the last desk, watching her.
A Lesbian Romance - An Indian Girl and Her Foreign Friend
Carla began walking, her bag slung over her shoulder. She smoothed down her shirt a bit and then straightened her skirt. After sitting for hours, she felt a little creased. Besides, even though classes were over, she still had to present the right image: anyone who saw a young lady dressed in a blue-and-gray pleated skirt would know she studied at the renowned Wilson English Academy.
She stepped out the front door, still deep in thought. Amelia followed behind her, trailing a few steps back until she quickened her pace, closing the distance between them. When they reached a quiet street, she shaded her eyes with one hand, watching Carla intently.
"Amy?" Carla whispered uncertainly, feeling the hands of her companion.
Amelia pushed her blond hair away, left a very subtle kiss on her neck and turned away as Carla turned and looked at her with a faint smile. It was impossible not to miss several seconds in the greenish eyes that hid behind his glasses of pasta and now seemed clearer by the sun.
"Do you want to go to the park for a while?"
Carla cocked her head and bit her lip. He denied a couple of times.
-I have to study…
Amelia looked blank and laughed.
"The math?" He did not wait for her to say yes. "It's Tuesday!"
"You know I do not like to leave everything for the last minute, Amy.
Amelia looked at her defiantly, then turned her face into one of more tender, pleading features.
"If you look at me like that, I can not say no," Carla said between her teeth.
They had arrived at the park a little over an hour ago. The lawn was beautiful, and both had been squeezed out to enjoy the feel of the spring breeze. They were alone, except for a family playing ball a few feet away. Carla glanced at a book as she stroked Amelia's dark hair, humming a song propped on her chest. The dusk was beginning to stain the sky with warm colors, and when she saw it, the busiest one felt comforted and comfortable.
lesbian sex - Indian girl with her foreign friend
She looked around and found that there was no one left in the park. She closed the book and set it aside on the grass. Then she put his arms around her, drawing her into his body. She caught herself as she buried her face in the other's neck and sighed in his ear.
Amelia felt her body tremble at this contact; For although they had been together for some months, it was she who always took the time to kiss or only to touch one another. And it is that, in the background, neither of them was expert in relations and still less in how two women are loved. Besides, they were opposites: Amelia was dark, clueless, somewhat rebellious; While Carla was blonde, responsible and very studious. After a solid friendship, notes in the middle of class and furtive glances, long ago they decided to let themselves be carried away by their feelings and the butterflies that fluttered in their stomachs.
The brunette smiled as she remembered all this briefly, and sat up a little to see her face. She felt the fire inside her, as she had felt so many times in the hallways of the school, class, and other places where she could not reveal that passion. Their gazes connected. Amelia rested her hand on Carla's cheek and caressed it, slowly moving down her neck. It was hard for her to ignore her body until she could do no more: she rested on one of her breasts and bit her lip at the sight she gave him.
Amy massaged her breast over her shirt until she felt her nipple harden. I could feel it through the cloth. He did the same with the other, just to make sure that his girlfriend's body reacted to her and it had not been his imagination. She heard her gasp, and soon her other nipple also rose erect. That image was so erotic that it fiercely attacked the girl's lips, causing her to fall backward.
lesbian sex - Indian girl with her foreign friend
The brunette's body gripped the other's body, and her hips began to move unconsciously as they kissed each other more and more wet and less chaste. The lawn curved slightly as Carla's hands surrounded her, Amelia paused and turned away slightly, as if she had just regained consciousness.
"I'm sorry, Carla," he murmured against his lips. I know we said we would go slow, but I have a hard time controlling myself. I want you so much…
The blonde shook her head and kissed her.
Amelia resumed that rhythmic hips movement and was surprised to see how her girl opened her legs letting her fit better between them. His hands began to unfasten the buttons of Carla's shirt in a run over, anxious. You could hear a couple arguing, but it was in the distance, maybe where the swings were. Amy did not want to hear it.
She needed to feel what the feel of her skin felt like and how it felt to touch it. His buds finally caressed the area that was not covered by the thick top she wore and recreated in it. It was not long before she put his fingers under the cloth and caressed her pink nipples, which were all erect.
This time it was Carla who gripped the brunette's buttocks hard and moaned in her ear as short as she could at those breasts. Amelia, with an almost animal instinct, lifted the girl's skirt and pressed her fingers against his intimacy, plucking a new throaty cry that was silenced by a desperate kiss.
As time passed, Amelia found it harder to resist. At that moment she could only think of how to please his girlfriend, no matter where they were and despite their soft hands and their green movements. It was the first time they had come so far, and it was not entirely clear what the regulations were in these circumstances. For this reason, she let himself be guided by his body and by Carla, who waddled on the grass with each new caress.
She broke the kiss reluctantly just to look into the girl's eyes and find in them the answer she was looking for: a "forward, Amy." In other circumstances, I would have asked her to speak it, but she was so excited by the situation that she settled for that darkened and encouraging look.
lesbian sex - Indian girl with her foreign friend
He began to kiss her neck, down it until it ended in his chest. His fingers-stricken with nerves, insecurity, and excitement-unceremoniously pushed Carla's panties aside, plunging into that area he wanted to touch and satisfy. He bit one of her breasts at the wetness of her sweetheart, and for a moment she felt faint at the sound of a new sound between a groan and a grunt. Carla wanted more, and Amelia was willing to give it to her.
-You like? He asked near her ear.
Carla nodded a couple of times, could not have done anything else. She was too shy to pick up two letters and say "yes!" Surely. But Amelia did not care. A soft wind began to blow, and then he found the exact spot where the wines were louder and longer and stayed right there. He began a series of circular motions, alternating them with slight strokes with the tips of his fingers. He rose for a moment because he thought he had forgotten the taste of her lips and sighed against them when he noticed how the blonde was kissed with impatience.
Carla's hands traveled aimlessly over the body of her companion until they reached her sex, which also screamed for some attention. Then the young woman placed the palm of his hand on him unexpectedly, pressing, which started an Amelia who, with a little care, inserted one of her fingers into Carla. He had to censor his moans with an intense kiss where they explored with ferocity.
Amelia moved inside the girl in a chaotic and disorganized way, with no rhythm. But each time he did it faster and deeper. Because of how she responded to these onslaughts, Carla's body seemed to be enjoying it very much, although she also delighted in that image: her girl in ecstasy on the grass. He had never given anyone any pleasure, and now he wondered how he could have lived so long without it. The happy face of the blonde was decisive when incorporating a second finger, which became accustomed quickly to the movements of the first and imitated them.
lesbian sex - Indian girl with her foreign friend
Then her partner's back arched completely and a long groan settled and set aside at that moment. Amelia felt the inside of her bride embrace his fingers and twitched. He was pumping. The aunt? Yes. He searched for his lips because he was dying to know what the orgasm would be like in a kiss. He discovered it when he found his tongue: it was expected, wild, ecstatic.
He kept his fingers inside Carla, but let her body fall over hers. It was getting dark. His breaths rang for a few seconds, and still inside, he approached her ear and asked,
"Do not go to Paris. Amelia's voice sounded vulnerable, even though she had not been the victim of orgasm. Please.