🍑💦 This story is part of Tagg After Dark, an erotica collection exclusively for readers 18+. 🍑💦
Florence bit her lip and let out a soft moan as she finally felt how wet Kendra truly was. She noticed how Kendra’s body responded so quickly to the touch, her back arching gently, legs spreading and opening up for her. Florence touched her delicately, gliding her fingers over Kendra’s clit, remembering what felt good to her as she lay in bed every night thinking of this moment. Kendra started to moan as Florence increased the speed and pressure. Kendra’s breath quickened with every moment that passed.
“Florence, please don’t stop,” Kendra whispered excitedly. Florence happily obliged. She had never felt so alive in her life. Suddenly, she felt Kendra start to move her hips and moan louder as if she couldn’t control herself. Florence kept going, moving with Kendra. Florence could sense the energy building, she herself becoming more turned on with each moment. She could feel how soaked she was and knew that she was dripping for Kendra.
In a sudden burst of emotion, Florence felt Kendra’s whole body contract with pleasure. Kendra let out a symphony of soft moans and heavy breaths. Her body relaxed, and she started laughing, which made Florence laugh too. She grabbed Florence’s hand and brought it toward her mouth, tasting herself. Then Kendra pulled Florence down and kissed her again, sloppy and intense. Florence was moving her hips in rhythm with Kendra’s as they continued to make out, biting each other’s lips playfully, laughing and teasing as they did so.
Suddenly, they heard branches moving in the distance. Terrified, the women paused to listen before ˛darting apart from one another. They laughed nervously when they realized it was just the wind. But the moment had passed, and they both knew time was running out. They kissed gently for just a few moments longer.
Kendra looked at Florence, her brown eyes wild with desire.
“Oh, Florence. What have we gotten ourselves into?” She laughed at this and bit her lip.
“I don’t know… but I like it.” Florence pushed a stray curl behind Kendra’s ear. She was so beautiful, it was almost painful. Kendra’s facial expression changed abruptly as if the blissful bubble they were in had popped.
“Well… I really should be getting back. We’ve been away for ages. I’m sure Daisy is looking for me,” Kendra said, a bit strained.
Reluctantly, Florence agreed.
“When will I see you again?” Florence said with some desperation in her voice. Kendra took her hand.
“Perhaps you could call on Daisy tomorrow. I’m staying at her estate, and she’ll be out with her mama. But it would be rude if I didn’t escort you in and offer you some tea. I am a proper lady after all.” Kendra winked.
“Tomorrow, then.” Florence kissed her again, and Kendra made her way back to the garden.
Florence knew she had to wait a few minutes before emerging from the lakeside. She sat back on the bench, tingling with elation over what had just happened. Florence was determined, now. Kendra was meant to be hers—all of her. And Florence would do anything to taste her and feel her warmth again.
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