Laura's Story: an Interracial Lesbian Romance - Cover

Laura's Story: an Interracial Lesbian Romance

Copyright© 2002 by Miranda Mars

Chapter 283

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 283 - A Story about a white woman who has a special desire for relationships with beautiful African-American women, including a few teenagers

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa   Consensual   Romantic   Lesbian   True Story   Cheating   BDSM   DomSub   Spanking   Rough   Light Bond   Humiliation   Group Sex   Interracial   Black Female   White Female   First   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Masturbation   Fisting   Sex Toys   Lactation  

Almost too exhausted after her bout with Dee Dee even to contemplate a weekend with Sara, Laura nevertheless allowed herself to surrender to Sara's considerable charms and spent a very happy two days, without once recalling her paroxysms of pleasure in the bed of Sara's younger sister. Actually, the Widow Harper's bed, she reminded herself with a grin. And half-sister, she again corrected herself on Monday as she recalled the prologue to her weekend, unwilling to concede that she had in any way completely betrayed Sara's trust. Actually, sleeping with Sara, with whom she shared a sweet, patient, undemanding love, was in a way a relief after the way she and Dee Dee had flogged each other's fatigued bodies into one last orgasm, then another last one, then yet another, until neither could come another time.

Most of the next week passed without incident, which puzzled Laura a little when she realized that Joy had not been ringing her doorbell right and left, trying to snare an invitation to an evening of exuberant sex. Helping Joy climax fully, the way she was truly capable of doing, had had the unfortunate side effect of turning her into a little slut for love. She pestered Laura more than ever. And yet, she had not been seen for days now. For the first few days this was fine with Laura, who felt too tired to think of it, but by Wednesday evening she was beginning to miss the little tease. She even found herself looking out her front window and down the block to Joy's condo, absently wondering if she were home, if she, Laura, should toddle down there and ring Joy's bell for a change.

It was then that she saw a young girl with raven-black hair, whose skin was also much darker than Joy's rich caramel, and who was shorter than Joy too, climbing the steps with Joy's dog Java on a leash behind her, and unlocking the door. Oh god, Laura thought, I'll bet I know who that is!

For a few moments she was torn between running down there and knocking on the door, or inventing some pretext to go out to her car, as if she were retrieving something she had forgotten. She couldn't just stand here and let Carmela get away. She couldn't see very much of the girl in the twilight, and so far away, especially since Carmela had quickly disappeared into Joy's condo and shut the door behind her and the dog. But what she could see told her that Carmela was if anything even more fetching than Joy.

God, do you realize that you sound like some perverted lecher? Standing here behind the curtain, spying on this nubile young thing down the street? Why don't you just march down there and knock and say you thought Joy was home?

She realized that she was moving toward the door before she had even consciously made up her mind to follow through on this plan. Her keys, which she always dropped on a small table by the door, were already in her hand. She was down the street and rapping on Joy's door before she could change her mind.

An absolutely ravishing young girl answered it, the same girl she had watched going in with the dog. Her black eyes sparkled. She had a wide, sensual mouth and a smile that was both saucy and friendly at the same time, a smile that quickly became more knowing as she looked at Laura.

"Oh god, you must be Carmela," Laura blurted out, feeling herself blush a little at the same time.

She realized that this embarrassment came from having lusted for Carmela as she was standing back behind the curtain in her own living room, spying on her, but that right now it simply appeared to be the effects of a quite charming surprise.

Carmela beamed even more now. "And you must be Laura! Joy's friend."

Laura smiled. "No, you're Joy's friend. I'm Joy's neighbor."

"Right!"

They both laughed. When Carmela laughed she tilted her head back slightly, revealing to Laura the smooth dark skin of her throat and her flawless neck. She was indeed gasp-lovely, Laura realized. One second they were laughing, the next they were staring at each other, uncomfortable, wondering what to say next, both of them a little nervous.

"Is... is she here?" Laura asked innocently, though she knew Joy was not there or she would have seen her long ago.

Carmela shook her head. "Joy's dad made her go down and spend a few days with her mother in San Jose. She had to get special permission from school and everything. I think he had to fly out of the country and didn't want her here alone while he was gone. I've been feeding and walking Java while she's away."

This stopped Laura cold. She didn't know how to continue. Could she just say, Why don't you come down to my place and we'll get to know each other better? Carmela seemed to sense her confusion and opened the screen door slightly. Laura stepped back. Carmela slipped out through the gap, still holding the screen door open.

"I was just leaving... but I forgot to scoop up the poop," Carmela grinned. "Maybe you can stay here and watch him while I run down with this scooper and get it."

Laura glanced down and saw a brown paper bag and small plastic shovel in one of Carmela's hands. She had not noticed it until now.

"I'd be happy to," Laura said. "Where is it?"

"Down in that little grassy area behind the visitor parking spaces," Carmela smiled brightly. "I'll only be a sec."

Laura watched her as she descended the steps and walked down the street. Carmela had a thicker, more conventionally curvaceous body than Joy, whose incredibly long slender waist was fairly rare, and whose bottom was not nearly so round and swelling as Carmela's. The tight jeans she wore with their low, hip-hugging waistline, made watching her ass sway as she walked a sweet torment to Laura.

She realized that she was doing the same thing right now that she had been doing moments ago in the privacy of her own condo: staring at Carmela with undisguised hunger. Only now she was doing it in broad daylight-really twilight, thank god-where any of the neighbors could glimpse her. Quickly, she turned her gaze away from the girl and went inside.

Carmela returned in under two minutes, clutching the paper bag and holding it out from her body as if it were radioactive. "This is the part I don't like," she said, making a face. "I like Java... but I don't like this."

"I can't say I blame you."

"Wait a minute... let me get rid of this stuff."

Carmela went to the back door to dispose of the waste. She smiled at Laura ambiguously as she returned, realizing that there was some unspoken business between them. Laura realized there was no way Carmela could not know Joy had slept with Laura. Joy wasn't the secretive type.

"I wish I could stay and talk," Carmela said, "but my Mom is expecting me. Up the hill, you know, where I live?" She nodded in the direction of Twin Peaks. "In fact, I even borrowed my brother's car, and I have to get it back to him. If I don't get right back up there, they might get worried."

"I understand," Laura smiled at her, walking out as Carmela held open the door.

She waited on the steps while Carmela locked up. The more she looked at Carmela's face, into her sparkling, shiny black eyes, the more she wanted to grab her, to seize her, and kiss her ravenously. There was something about Carmela that made you want to do that instantly. She was not like Joy, flirting and making sassy, suggestive conversation. Carmela was straightforward and gorgeous and healthy and sexy and young and clean and enchantingly black and beautiful, and Laura wanted her suddenly and desperately. She was filled with sorrow that Carmela had to rush off.

"I wish you could stay, too," she said quietly. "Joy told me about you. She... really likes you."

Now Carmela gave her a devilish, wicked little glance from the side. "She really likes you too," she said. "A lot."

"Oh well," Laura sighed. "Maybe tomorrow."

Carmela broke into a sudden and friendly grin. "Of course. Tomorrow. Well, I've got to skiddaddle. Sorry. See you then. If you hear Java barking, give me a call."

"I don't have your number."

"Oh god, you're right. 267-4371. Can you remember that? Go in and write it down." She waved to Laura as she walked to Joy's driveway and got into the sporty dark blue Pontiac that was parked there. Her brother's car. She started it up and waved again to Laura as she drove off.

Laura sighed and returned to her condo, glumly locking the door behind her, trying to be philosophical. I guess I expected her to be more interested, she thought. After what Joy must've told her. Do you suppose she didn't tell her? I mean tell her everything?

She soon tired of stewing this way in her own juices and went to take a shower. She was wearing only her pink terrycloth bathrobe and had a towel wrapped turban-style around her head when her doorbell rang.

"Oh shit. Who can that be?" she thought, turning off the shower, which she had just turned on.

She knew it couldn't be Joy, who would be the usual culprit. She went to the door and peeped through the security hole. It was Carmela. She was smiling directly up into the spy hole that Laura was peeping through, her lovely face all grotesque and distorted by the small lens. She raised one hand and waved it at Laura, who quickly unlocked and opened the door.

"You're back."

"I know," Carmela laughed. "I'm sorry, I guess I should have called."

Laura opened the door wider, in invitation for her to enter. "You don't have my number either," she smiled.

Carmela popped inside quickly. "I know," Carmela chuckled, skipping right over the implications. "Gosh, you were taking a bath. Maybe I better leave."

"A shower," Laura corrected. "It's okay, I hadn't got in yet."

She wanted to add: Maybe you'd like to strip and join me, darling. But she controlled the urge. She didn't really know Carmela at all, except through whatever Joy had said about her, and didn't want to scandalize her too quickly.

"My Mom was already gone," Carmela said in explanation. "And my brother Andrew was leaving with a buddy of his. He said I could borrow his car tonight. So... well, I thought... you know..."

Laura smiled. You are mine, darling. "I know," she said, bemused.

"Look, I can leave, if I'm intruding," Carmela said quickly. "I don't want you to think I..."

"Don't be silly. I'm glad you came. Can I get you a coke or something?"

Carmela shook her head. Her shiny, raven-black hair was shoulder-length and swished around her neck. In addition to the tight, low-waist jeans she wore a loose velour gold top that made her dark smooth skin look especially rich and chocolate-creamy.

So... here we are, Laura thought, puzzled. How was she to proceed? Carmela had refused a coke. Laura had been about to get in the shower. They were stuck here, unable to move forward, staring uncomfortably at each other, knowing what the agenda was but puzzled about how to advance it.

"I should go," Carmela finally said, very nervous.

"Oh no," Laura said quickly. "Here... sit down. I want to talk to you."

Carmela smiled and sat where Laura had been patting her hand, on the white sofa, the one on which Laura had pleasured so many of her darlings. Laura sat across from her in an easy chair. She saw Carmela's eyes dart to her bare, tawny thighs where the skirts of the bathrobe fell open, then dart back to her face, as if embarrassed to be looking.

"Why?" She saw Laura's confusion. "Why? Do you want to talk to me?"

Laura pulled the bathrobe closed slowly, looking at Carmela's eyes, wanting the girl to see that she had seen Carmela looking. She smiled at her.

"You're Joy's friend. You're beautiful. I thought maybe we should know each other better."

Laura wondered whether she should have stuck in the 'beautiful' part. It was true, of course, but she wondered if she were being a little too forward. She didn't want to scare Carmela away, which it appeared she had almost done already. Carmela picked it up quickly.

"Beautiful?" She sparkled. "Do you really think so?"

She tilted her head almost imperceptibly but enough to make her raven-black hair shimmer and the light lick her delicious dark brown skin. She had the most even and sparkling white teeth Laura thought she had seen in ages. The curve of her young breasts under her velour top was also alluring as she twisted nervously in pleasure over Laura's compliments.

"I do."

"I wish I was as beautiful as you. Joy told me you were. I thought she might be exaggerating. But she wasn't."

"Gosh, we're a regular mutual admiration society, aren't we," Laura deadpanned.

"You know, I don't like coke, but I would take a cigarette, if you have one. I'm not supposed to smoke, but once in a while I really like one."

"I'm sorry, I don't smoke. But I haven't eaten yet. Maybe you'd like to stay for dinner."

Carmela shook her head, squirming a little. "I'm not hungry."

God, I am, Laura thought. I would die to take you in my arms, you sweetie. I want to kiss you all over your body.

"I'd better go so you can take your shower," Carmela said, starting to get up.

"Please don't," Laura said, rising herself before Carmela could stand up. "I don't want you to go. Please. Can I sit here?"

She sat down on the white sofa too, not too close to Carmela, but not at the other end either.

"Are you sure you want me to stay? I interrupted your shower. And you haven't even had your dinner."

Laura brushed aside these objections. "I can eat any time." Now she let her eyes glow and pulse a little to reveal to Carmela how she was feeling, trying to coax Carmela to give in and feel the same way. She knew Carmela had not come back down the hill merely to indulge in some coy conversation. "Your cheek is so smooth," Laura said softly. "May I touch it?"

Carmela's black eyes sparkled. She seemed thrilled to be the center of Laura's attention this way. "Sure. If you want to."

"I want to," Laura breathed, feeling her eyelids grow heavier.

Carmela positively twinkled. It was as if no one had ever praised her this way, and she couldn't get enough. Laura was fascinated by the thought that this girl was not like Joy at all, not brash and sassy and seductive in her sweet, pushy teenager way. From what Joy had told her about how the two of them had wound up in bed, Laura had assumed that Carmela had been the aggressor. Carmela had put her arm around Joy to comfort her, and they had ended up kissing, then fucking.

Now Laura wondered if Joy had been telling her the truth. Carmela was almost shy, and tickled to her very core by being the center of Laura's obviously sexual attentions. Laura scooted over closer to her on the sofa. Gracefully, she lifted one hand and ran the backs of her knuckles gently across one of Carmela's black cheeks. Carmela almost froze, not stiff or frightened but very immobile, as if stunned as well as excited by this tender caress.

Laura, her eyes smoking now, ran the knuckle of her forefinger lightly across Carmela's sensual lips. Carmela looked down at Laura's knuckle on her mouth, then up into Laura's eyes again. Slowly, she raised one hand to Laura's and coiled her slender black fingers around it, holding Laura's knuckle steady and then moving her lips against it, all the while never letting her eyes leave Laura's.

The erotic undercurrents in the room were suddenly almost too much to bear. Laura could almost hear her own hot blood hammering through her body as she tried to remain calm, and she could feel Carmela's warm breath accelerating against her finger. She realized that the turban towel in which she had wrapped her hair was coming loose and about to fall precipitously either between them or around her shoulders. With her free hand she groped for it, unwilling to tear her eyes from Carmela's, which were now murky and questioning.

But Carmela knew what she was doing, had probably seen it coming loose first, and she smiled and reached up for it too. The heavy towel fell onto their arms, and as they tried to brush it to the side, where it would fall against the back of the sofa, their faces came even closer together. Laura's knuckle dropped from Carmela's lips, and as her head came back around from watching the towel fall her mouth brushed Carmela's.

Almost immediately they were kissing, their mouths moving together, opening eagerly, their tongues coiling and slithering, wet and hungry. There were no romantic preliminaries. However, Laura did not touch Carmela as they kissed, except to raise her fingertips once more to the girl's amazingly soft cheek.

They paused in their kiss long enough for Laura to look into her shiny black eyes again. "Can you stay for a while?" she whispered.

"I think so..." Carmela whispered back, her sensual lips parted, her pink tongue showing. "I think I like this."

Laura moved even closer now, enveloping the girl in her arms and digging her fingers through the gold velour into the firm resilient flesh of Carmela's back. She kissed her more hungrily than ever this time, driving her tongue deeply into Carmela's open mouth and feeling Carmela respond by stabbing back with her own, and clutching Laura's flesh too through her bathrobe.

"Mmmm, I like it too," Laura purred, now caressing the same amazingly smooth cheek she had been touching earlier with her fingertips with her lips, moving them down and in to Carmela's smooth black neck.

"Oooohhh!" Carmela erupted in shivers and peals of laughter and gasps. "God, that tickles and feels so good!"

Laura made sure it was not going to tickle this time by sucking the flesh of her neck sharply instead, not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to make Carmela's shivers turn quickly to strong undulations, and her squeals turn to low, sensual moans.

"Ahhnnnnn! Ohnnnn! Oh god... oh god, Laura, that feels so good!"

Laura's lips reached her ear, and she took the whole thing into her warm, wet mouth, slithering her tongue into the center. Carmela whimpered and twisted in her arms, mewling and panting more rapidly. Laura now had her hands under the velour top, and her own bathrobe was coming open too. She was almost chewing Carmela's wet ear passionately, and Carmela was twisting and going wild.

"Unh! Oh! Unhhhh! Oh god... Laura..."

"Yes... honey," Laura breathed into her ear, nipping the shapely lobe as she lowered her mouth again to Carmela's neck. "Do you want me to stop?"

"Oh, no," Carmela panted, twisting in Laura's embrace. "Oh god, it's making me so hot."

Laura kissed her neck and her throat, moving her hands up Carmela's warm, smooth back underneath her top, kneading the flesh under her shoulderblades. She kissed her jaw, her cheek, her mouth again, a sharp, searing, demanding kiss. Laura was almost afraid of her own quick hunger for this girl and how suddenly it had consumed her and flowed out onto Carmela's lovely, twisting body.

"I want you... I want you..." she panted almost deliriously into Carmela's open mouth as she kissed her passionately.

"Oh god, Laura... I want you too!" Carmela gasped, now for the first time getting her own hands under the gaping fabric of Laura's bathrobe, cupping Laura's naked breasts with them and squeezing.

"Come with me into the bedroom. It's more comfortable in there."

"Yes," Carmela said, obediently, rising from the sofa as Laura gave her a hand up.

They held hands, Carmela trailing close behind, as they went down the short hallway to Laura's bedroom. There Laura drew her over to the bed. She was taller than Carmela, who looked up to her, her black eyes glistening, her mouth parted to reveal her fantastic even white teeth and the tip of her pink tongue. She looked both expectant and somehow shy, as if overwhelmed by this sudden physical desire Laura was displaying.

"It makes me so horny when you look at me that way," Carmela smiled, speaking softly.

"What way?"

"The way you're looking at me right now. God, it makes me wet."

"Mmmm, we might have to do something about that," Laura smiled and murmured.

Knowing that Carmela was captivated-as she was, too-by the exciting sexual magic of this moment, Laura slowly removed her bathrobe, letting Carmela's eyes slide down over her naked body. Ordinarily she was not such an exhibitionist, but lately, especially with Brad and with Amber, who both seemed bewitched by her body in a way that made Laura reawaken to her sheer physical appeal, she had become more aware of her ability to inspire urgent lust herself. And she could now see it in Carmela's shiny black eyes.

This darling girl wants to fuck me as much as I want to fuck her, she realized.

Instead of speaking, Carmela reached out and ran her slender black fingers along Laura's collarbone to her shoulder, then back to her throat and down between her naked breasts.

"You are so beautiful," she said softly. "Joy told me you were... but I didn't think you were this beautiful."

Laura took Carmela's wrist in her own fingers and moved the girl's hand sideways to one of her breasts, placing Carmela's palm firmly on top of it. At the same time she slid her other hand up under Carmela's soft velour top, this time in front, letting it come to rest on one of Carmela's warm, springy little globes. She squeezed.

"Let's take everything off," she whispered.

Carmela nodded and helped Laura, who was already naked, undress her. She raised her arms, and Laura pulled the gold velour top over her head. Carmela, of course, was a masterpiece, her flesh young and gleaming and black and firm, and Laura wanted to fall on and devour her naked upper body immediately but purposely summoned her self-control long enough to help Carmela slip out of her jeans and panties. Oh god, the rest of her is gorgeous too! she realized. Honey, you must be to die for in your little cheerleader's outfit.

Unlike her friend Joy, whose body was wildly desirable but unconventionally shaped-very long in the waist, long, very thin legs, high uptilted round breasts, modestly curved bottom-Carmela was beautifully proportioned. She was a few inches shorter than either Laura or Joy, but her legs were beautifully formed, her thighs full and hard, her calves gracefully curved. Her breasts were not as unusually round as Joy's but instead more gourd-shaped, very firm, and perfectly proportioned to the rest of her body, not too small, not too big, with large puffy nipples the color of light molasses. And she had a much fleshier and more out-curved ass than Joy's. It was not the equal of Dee Dee's-few were-but it was nonetheless delectable, and Laura could not take her eyes off it.

Carmela saw her looking and smiled in a pleased, self-satisfied way. "You like?" She turned it even further toward Laura so that Laura could take it in fully.

"Joy didn't tell me you were this beautiful either," Laura said softly. "I guess she wanted to keep us a secret from each other."

Carmela bubbled over with uncontrollable laughter at this. "I guess we'll show her, right?" she laughed.

Her marvelous firm breasts swayed and jiggled slightly as she laughed, a sight that made a sharp, hot arrow of lust shoot through Laura's body. Come here, my darling, and let Laura kiss you everywhere all over your body, Laura let her eyes telegraph to Carmela, holding out her hand, beckoning her toward the bed.

Together they stretched out on it, facing each other. Laura ran her fingertips along the delicious curve of Carmela's hip up to her waist. Then she let her hand slide into the small of Carmela's back and pulled her closer, close enough so that their breasts brushed and their nipples touched. Both of them looked down, and Carmela even took one of her breasts in her hand and guided her nipple into Laura's, just so they could feel the sweet sensation.

"God... I love that," she murmured, very faintly.

"Mmmm, I love this even more," Laura purred, nuzzling her smooth black shoulder and kissing all the warm smooth flesh between it and her neck. "And this," she breathed, kissing her throat, then her flawless upper chest. "And this..." she continued, moving her lips down to the upper slopes of Carmela's breasts.

By now her mouth was so close that it took only a small motion for Carmela to lift her breast just a little, and for Laura to open her lips and take the girl's round, puffy nipple inside. For some reason Laura felt marvelously warm and relaxed with Carmela, in no way overcome by sharp urgency, instead calm and sublimely at ease, her mouth luxuriating slowly in the pleasure of having Carmela's thick, soft, pulpy nipple inside it.

She didn't even suck it for a minute, instead letting the thick, silky wet bulb just rest there in her mouth, letting her tongue press against it and feel the erectile tissue grow taut and excited. If she moved her tongue back a little, she could feel the harder center nub of Carmela's large nipple pushing up from the surrounding puffed flesh and pressing into it. These sensations filled Laura's body with warm happiness and sexual throbbing, but what they did to Carmela was even more intense.

At first she watched, looking down at her nipple in Laura's mouth, waiting for Laura to suck, then half-swooning as she felt only Laura's tongue moving over her excited bulb. She quivered, then moaned softly.

"Ohhhhhh... Laura..."

Now Laura began to suck, but only a little, very slowly and gently. I could really get into this, she thought, now sliding her hands up to hold both of Carmela's firm young breasts, brushing aside Carmela's own hand. These are so beautiful. I just want to lie here and kiss and suck them forever.

"Do you like that?" she murmured, already knowing the answer.

"Yes..." Carmela gasped, breathing harder now. "You can... do it even harder, if you want to."

"Oh, I do... but not yet. First I want to explore every inch of these."

She proceeded to do this by licking both of Carmela's exquisite puffy nipples and kissing the springy, hard flesh of each breast, even the valley between them, then running her lips underneath to the bulging bottoms, then back up to one plump nipple, again sucking it into her mouth. Carmela watched every move and gnawed her lower lip when Laura finally sucked her nipple again into her mouth.

"Oh god. Please do it a little harder," she panted softly.

Laura could feel the girl's fingers digging through her hair into her scalp before she even realized that Carmela's hands had touched her head.

"Mmmm, you really do like it, don't you."

"Hhhhh! Hhhhh! Yes! Please... harder. A little... harder. Yes! Unhhh!"

Nothing like sucking a lovely girl's breasts to turn her into putty in your hands, Laura reflected, smiling, raising the heat level a little by sucking harder and squeezing too. By now Laura was moving back and forth from one shiny, swollen nipple to the other, giving each a long, sweetly passionate suck before returning to the other one, content almost to do this forever, she was getting such warm pleasure from it. Carmela's young, naked breasts were very beautiful, the centers of her nipples now protruding further, growing harder, and she too was enjoying Laura's skillful ministrations, learned through years of making love to other equally beautiful breasts.

I'll bet it's making her really wet, Laura realized, now pinching Carmela's wet, molasses-colored, stiffening nipples in her fingers between sucks, making the girl wince and whimper excitedly. Carmela writhed and squirmed, rolling half onto her back, with Laura half on top, her hands still holding Laura's head, as if she were afraid Laura would stop sucking her nipples, which was making her moan and pant almost hysterically.

"Is it making you wet?" Laura whispered.

"Ooonnuummmgghh! Oh god yes! Ahhnnnn! Oh! God, Laura, you've got me so hot!"

For a moment, Laura left Carmela's wet, excited breasts and slid up her body a little so that she could kiss her again. She kissed her neck, her smooth round shoulders, her cheek, her mouth, hungrily, still holding her breasts in her hands and squeezing them. Carmela's shiny black eyes were pulsing and roiling with hot need.

"Can I lick your pretty pussy?" Laura whispered, nipping her delicious black earlobe.

Carmela nodded, her expression suggesting that she could hardly believe it had taken this long for Laura to get around to it. She nodded again, more rapidly. "Please."

Laura started her descent. Again, she was in no hurry. Carmela had a beautiful, smooth, dark naked body, and Laura wanted to linger over every part of it. This time she avoided Carmela's luscious young breasts, but only momentarily, circling them with her lips, kissing the upper ripples of Carmela's ribs and then the smooth expanse of her midriff in the middle, then sliding her mouth up again between the two gorgeous mounds and cradling them in her palms and again sucking Carmela's nipples, this time sharply, more passionately than before, sucking them almost down her throat.

"Mmmnnnn! Oh! Oh!" Carmela gasped, now twisting so violently in the sheets that Laura was afraid they were getting ahead of themselves.

Maybe she's one of those lucky girls who can come this way, Laura thought, suddenly tempering the passion of her breast-rape, realizing that there was plenty of time to explore that possibility. Tonight she wanted this girl's sweet, wet, warm, black-and-pink pussy. I want to push my face right into it, she thought. I want to stick my tongue up into it so deep that she feels the tip of it tickling the back of her throat.

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