Curse of the gypsy woman - Part four - Sex Stories

Curse of the gypsy woman - Part four

... couldn't hit the spots she was intending. The squeezing around her fingers intensified as she moved them in and out, and as she carefully pushed her ring finger against the flower of the woman's anus, a load moan, progressing into a scream filled the room as an orgasm surged through Francine's body, making all her muscles go rigid, almost cramping as juices gushed from her pussy. Then, almost like a switch was turned, she collapsed in a heaving bundle on the floor. It took a minute for her to recuperate, and Melissa enjoyed the time passing by lapping up as much of the juices she could, making Francine twitch every time she came too close to her clit. Finally Francine took Melissa's head between the palms of her hand and pulled her up for a kiss. They kissed deeply before Francine pulled her away to first inspect the wet face of her lover, a face dripping and glistening with her juices. Then she looked deep into her eyes with something resembling both love and lust. “Thank you,” she smiled and the two women kissed again. “Don't thank me like that,” Melissa smiled as she pulled herself up an straddled the other woman's face, pushing her own pussy down towards her mouth. “Thank me like this.”