Jasmine vs Jenna Part one
Well, she called me around noon. To meet her at her place at 11 and be ready…of course I responded “oh! I’ll be ready, will you?” bitch just get your ass here was her response
I got all dolled up, only putting on lace thong bra with thigh highs and heels. Covered myself with a long rain coat. She wants ready I’ll be ready
Knocking on the door.. she greets me wearing basically the same but with additional lace robe. Hmmm, I see we think the same. untie my coat from outside the door revealing my attire. “ seems we do” as she quickly snaps back. Staring at each other for a moment. “follow me” I follow to a bar I see two glasses of wine waiting for us. Placing my coat on the chair next to her robe..
Standing about 5 feet apart we didn’t say a word to each other. Just sipping our wine. she was checking me out. Admittedly, I was doing the same. Each give catty smirks as we judge each other. No doubt she was confident of her beauty 5’4 34D long black hair 110lbs Hispanic bombshell. But I’m no push over either, if fact, body wise, we seems like a copy of each other. For the exception being blonde and Asian. HA!
Finish my wine, took a moment to put the glass down at the bar. Gave her, one last cold stare and charge in. Thinking she charge in to, cuz OMG it fucken hurt when we collided. Both let out a grunt. Felt like I ran my tits against the wall. Stun we both kinda just stood there hugging each other
Slowly regain myself, our hug slowly got tighter. Stumbling a bit in our heels struggling for position soon I started feeling the pressure of her tit pushing hard against mine. I would give a hard squeeze, was rewarded with a soft moan in my ear. She quickly squeezed me returning the gift of a moan.
As we are exchanged our pulse like squeeze our long hair become tangled in our hands pulling our back force each other to look each other. Focus switch to yanking our hair. Stumbling in our heels, struggling to maintain our hold on each other. Our hair pulling struggle move us from the bar to livin room. Getting push back behind a sofa. Our momentum flips us both over the sofa and onto the floor. Separating rolling apart slowly getting on our knees. Breathing heavily as our eyes lock on each other. Not as pretty as we once look.. hair scattered, tears running down our faces. Ending our stand off she removes her bra, tossing it to the side, exposing her breast. Accepting her challenge I do the same. On our knees we inch closer. With each heavy breath, our bare nipples press against each other. Our eye never left each other sight, as we softly mesh our breast into each other
Her eyes narrow as they move from her thighs to between her legs. Feeling her warmth and moist pussy through her silk thong. “ oh! I see someone is ready” with evil smirk. Just as quick, a slap between legs. Momentarily stun, Letting out a small grunt. “Seems you are ready as well.” She retorted. Given her cold stare “whatever bitch”. Our breast mushroom out as we lean into each other. Each with a firm grip of our pussys. Our index finger firmly pressing in, trying to push though our thongs. Face to face.. waiting to show any weakness. She glances away. I quickly grab hair forcing her to look at me. She quickly does the same to me. Hissing, as we try to resist pulling war. Slowly our attention goes back to our other hand.
With each passing minute, the heat between us started to become unbearable. The look of confidence she first display has disappear. But I was in no position to mock it. I was on edge as well. Pushing up on each other so hard I could feel her heart racing. The moment one of us try to look away for a moment of escape. It was quickly corrected with a sharp tug. She push it to the next level, pushes aside my thong. Trying to push me completely over the edge. My body shivered as finger slip inside of me. Moaning, biting my lower lip, trying to fight off the pleasure. She smiles enjoying her minor victory. But once again her smile disappear as her mouth drop. as I brush aside her thong, her body quivers as I shove my index finger into her. At this point neither of us was able to hold each other head up by our hair. Arms and head draping over each shoulder. Soft moans become louder screams. As our hands furiously pump in and out of each other. I desperately suck on her neck as my screams become muffle by her neck. A sigh of relief as I felt her pull back. Not allowing her escape I push forward bending her backwards she fall flat on her back with her calf’s under her. My head drops right on her tit instinctly I take her nipple into my mouth. Sucking and nibbling at her breast, as I asserted myself upon her. Driving my fingers into her. Looking up at her I see panic and desperation. Both her hands lock on my hair pulling but a quick nibble on her nibble stop her. NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! her screams fill the apartment. Each fail squirm of escape drives me harder. Moments later her screams no’s change to OH GAWD OH GAWD I’M CUMMMMMMINNN. I pull up, looking down my foe. Wiping my cum soak hand on her lips. “ oh looks like I win round 1”. With hatred in her voice “ It not over yet”
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