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See, you already know what's next

DESTINY: "Shut up," she breathed as she plunged her fingers into me. I whimpered, arched my back and then relaxed against the small booth-like chair. My moans were caught in my throat. I had to be quiet, after all. The small-town church was not the ideal place for.. this. She inched my dress higher up my thighs slowly, wanting more access to me. After uselessly pushing her away the first few times, I finally gave in to the long strokes of her thin, perfectly shaped fingers. I leaned back and watched her. PHOENIX: She was struggling, and I loved it. I knew she wanted to moan, her fingertips were white from pushing into the bench. Her chest was raising and falling with the rhythm of my fingers. The quicker my hand moved, the quicker her chest did. The way we were perfectly synced to another was one of the main reasons we did this. I mean, lesbians? In a small town that was basically ruled by the church? There's no way anyone would stand for that. And Destiny.. she was the last person in the world I would think of to be into... me. She was delicate. Soft. Classy. Girly. Her hair was always in flawless shape. Her body was slim and her knee-length pink and white dress displayed it perfectly. She was beautiful. She was the complete opposite of me. Her dress was inching up her thighs as she spread her legs more for me. Giving me full access to what she knew I wanted. She was soaked. Her eyes were locked on my fingers. The priest in the background did not even exist for us. We had ...

... the Confessional to ourselves, and we made the most of it. I stood up in front of her sitting position and kissed her again. Her soft, pink lips were hungrily meeting mine as our tongues entangled and she arched her body into mine. Her breasts were pushing against her dress, begging for freedom, and without hesitation I reached back and unzipped her dress, letting it pool around her thighs before pulling it all the way off. She looked at me and smiled, her eyes glowing with pleasure. As were mine, really. White lace thongs were barely covering her juicy lips. I glared up at her, amazed. "No bra?" I giggled. "I guess you're a bad influence," she whispered. I pushed her panties to the side and slowly licked my fingers before pushing them back into her. Her clit was throbbing against my thumb encouragingly, and I kept working my way faster and faster. Her body was tightening up and she could no longer sit perfectly straight. She leaned into me as her breathing got heavier. She was about to climax, so I squeezed her hip and held her close as I added a third finger. Her body began to shake and she crossed her legs. "No," I demanded. Holding my fingers deep inside her, I reopened her legs. Spread them as far as the small cubicle allowed, and squatted down in front of her. She was moaning louder now, and as if on cue, the people outside of us stood up and began to sing. We were hidden by the song, and without wasting a moment, I pushed my mouth past her thighs and onto her fresh, warm ...