Wild Desire
The miniature foreskin was gently drawn back, the naked head of the clitoris bared in order to be thoroughly stimulated.
Karen’s lids became heavy, the scent of the soap, the feel of those busy fingers on her bud lulling her into a trance-like state. She could feel the glorious glow of orgasm building up inside her. Then Armina’s finger hovered, tapped the aching head lightly, stopped, was withdrawn.
She drew Karen close, nipples pressed to nipples, her mouth closing over hers, tongue tip darting between her lips. The kiss deepened, lengthened, and Karen was kissed as she had never been kissed before, every recess of her mouth explored.