Roma Victrix II: Naomi à Paris - Sex Stories

Roma Victrix II: Naomi à Paris

... don't need you getting arrested again, Marie!"

Naomi wasn't quite sure what they meant by it all, especially the last part, but she knew there were lots of sexual connotations. "James is just joking. I'm notthat bad." Said Marie. "I'm just not a fan of religion, but I respect those who have their faith. I simply think that faith should betestedoccasionally, that's all." She looked at James with an accusatory glance as she said these last words, and he coughed lightly and got up to clear the table, insisting that he didn't need any help as Naomi began to stand up and grip her plate.

The two women stayed seated, and when Naomi looked up from her wine glass, she saw a profoundly hungry, predatory look in Marie's opalescent dark eyes. Her cousin's perfectly manicured nails clicked and clattered rhythmically on the glass table, from pinky to index and then again. She stared at Naomi with a slight smile as if she knew some divine secret and was waiting forjust the right momentto unveil (or unleash) it.

Finally, Marie took a large, greedy gulp of her red wine, and a few drops of the plum liquid escaped her full lips and dribbled down her chin. She didn't even attempt to brush it off and just continued to stare at Naomi with her self-satisfied smirk.

For a moment, Naomi had a vision that it was not a woman but a wild she-wolf sitting across from her. She felt she had wandered into an old German fairytale where the children always got eaten up by some horrible beasts. ...

... She willed herself not to shiver, set her jaw, and looked back up into Marie's mesmerizing eyes...

Naomi was back in the present moment, staring into her erotic window as her wolflike older cousin was busy being penetrated like a lust-filled loup. Marie was on her knees, her ass facing Naomi's hidden little periscope into this world of pleasure. Giving her the perfect angle to seeeverything. James was behind her, sliding himself into her depths. Marie's eyes were closed in ecstasy as he repeatedly buried himself in her, and James's mouth fell open as he groaned with pleasure. Marie shushed him and whispered something to him and he responded by grabbing her hair and pulling back firmly.

They built up a slow steady rhythm. Several times, Naomi had tried to pry herself away from the erotic scene, but she was transfixed. As rooted to the ground as the trees in Dante's seventh level of hell. Worst of all, her left hand had seemingly grown a mind of its own and had snaked down between her legs without her evennoticing. Until that is, she felt the pressure of something lightly pressing up and down against her clitoris.

At this discovery, Naomi had finally regained control of herself, she pulled her hand away from her hot sex, and wrenched herself away from the sinful pleasure portal. She tiptoed back into bed, gripping the golden crucifix around her neck with both hands, and for five whole minutes, she repeated her prayers of contrition. Naomi begged for strength to overcome ...