couples the right to marry in Illinois.
Ten
Leilani
Monday—July 25, 2011
L eilani’s next appointment was nearly three hours later at the W New York on Lexington Avenue. It was a woman, Ms. 101, who’d spent time with Kemba before. This time, it was Leilani’s turn.
The female athlete’s name was Temeka Palmer, and she was one of the top female basketball players in the world. She was also as bisexual as they came. She wanted men and women at different times. This time, it was time for new pussy.
Leilani had been with women many times and could take it or leave it, never interested in exploring girl-on-girl in her personal life, but for the money she knew just what to do. She wasn’t just talented at giving men head, she could also give women head, too.
She and Temeka were in the bedroom lying atop a queen-sized bed. Temeka’s brown hair flowed along the butter-yellow pillowcase. She was the type to wear makeup and heels and long fingernails. She was six foot three and flat-chested, and she had a big, strong rear end. She was also very sexy.
Pale pink begonias resting upon the nightstand gave off the smell of fresh apricots. An ebony bookcase stood to the left, a brown leather chair to the right. In the middle of red-boned Temeka’s legs was Leilani. She didn’t use a condomlike barrier. She had a look on her face as if she was pleased to be the pleaser. They were both nude. Both wet. Both able, only Leilani was the one getting paid for it.
Leilani nibbled and licked, and moved the baby-oil-scented labia skin of Temeka’s neatly trimmed vagina to the side to expose her large, wide, reddish-brown clit.
Temeka gave a soft moan as more subtle tongue strokes were given.
Leilani used a broad-tongued motion and introduced the roughness of the upperside of her tongue to the top of Temeka’s clit. Once Leilani heard her sigh, she pointed her tongue and became more aggressive, closing her lips around the clit and sucking it entirely into her mouth. Temeka jerked and bucked her hips.
Leilani squeezed her lips around the tender jewel and gave it a lashing, using rolling motions of her tongue and lips. She used a twirl and vacuumed it up, still teasing Temeka by using the edge of her tongue to circle around the entire clit, first clockwise and then counterclockwise. It was like a butterfly’s wings, and it made Temeka shiver. Her legs, which Leilani held back toward the headboard, involuntarily quaked. The rumble of the quaking matched the sound of Temeka’s revved-up groans. “Oh yes. You sure the hell know what you’re doing. Damn, woman.”
Temeka looked down at Leilani as if she couldn’t figure out how Leilani was managing to hit the right spots, as if Leilani knew her body well, as though they’d slept together before. Leilani was simply good with her mouth, and she took pride in it, aiming to please.
She went from a light flicking to heavier and faster flicks, and held steady as she heard Temeka give a deep, long moan, while her thick clitoris swelled in Leilani’s mouth.
Leilani added a side-to-side sucking action and rode Temeka through her orgasm, staying with it, riding the waves that subsided and returned, subsided and returned, subsided and returned. She oscillated her tongue. As Temeka reached her height, she put her hand on Leilani’s head and tried to push her away, signaling that the multiples were too much for her to bear, and Leilani acquiesced, backing off and smiling sexily.
Temeka spoke a breathy two words. “Good job.”
“Pretty pussy.”
“Now that is what I call some good head. Come here.” Temeka used a come-hither motion with her finger that matched her eyes.
Leilani adjusted herself to lay on top of Temeka and they ground, kissing each other’s necks, cheeks, and ears, running their hands through each other’s long hair. Leilani rested her head along Temeka’s defined shoulder.
“You’re so soft,” Temeka said.
“You are too. I like this.”
Temeka admitted,
Ten
Leilani
Monday—July 25, 2011
L eilani’s next appointment was nearly three hours later at the W New York on Lexington Avenue. It was a woman, Ms. 101, who’d spent time with Kemba before. This time, it was Leilani’s turn.
The female athlete’s name was Temeka Palmer, and she was one of the top female basketball players in the world. She was also as bisexual as they came. She wanted men and women at different times. This time, it was time for new pussy.
Leilani had been with women many times and could take it or leave it, never interested in exploring girl-on-girl in her personal life, but for the money she knew just what to do. She wasn’t just talented at giving men head, she could also give women head, too.
She and Temeka were in the bedroom lying atop a queen-sized bed. Temeka’s brown hair flowed along the butter-yellow pillowcase. She was the type to wear makeup and heels and long fingernails. She was six foot three and flat-chested, and she had a big, strong rear end. She was also very sexy.
Pale pink begonias resting upon the nightstand gave off the smell of fresh apricots. An ebony bookcase stood to the left, a brown leather chair to the right. In the middle of red-boned Temeka’s legs was Leilani. She didn’t use a condomlike barrier. She had a look on her face as if she was pleased to be the pleaser. They were both nude. Both wet. Both able, only Leilani was the one getting paid for it.
Leilani nibbled and licked, and moved the baby-oil-scented labia skin of Temeka’s neatly trimmed vagina to the side to expose her large, wide, reddish-brown clit.
Temeka gave a soft moan as more subtle tongue strokes were given.
Leilani used a broad-tongued motion and introduced the roughness of the upperside of her tongue to the top of Temeka’s clit. Once Leilani heard her sigh, she pointed her tongue and became more aggressive, closing her lips around the clit and sucking it entirely into her mouth. Temeka jerked and bucked her hips.
Leilani squeezed her lips around the tender jewel and gave it a lashing, using rolling motions of her tongue and lips. She used a twirl and vacuumed it up, still teasing Temeka by using the edge of her tongue to circle around the entire clit, first clockwise and then counterclockwise. It was like a butterfly’s wings, and it made Temeka shiver. Her legs, which Leilani held back toward the headboard, involuntarily quaked. The rumble of the quaking matched the sound of Temeka’s revved-up groans. “Oh yes. You sure the hell know what you’re doing. Damn, woman.”
Temeka looked down at Leilani as if she couldn’t figure out how Leilani was managing to hit the right spots, as if Leilani knew her body well, as though they’d slept together before. Leilani was simply good with her mouth, and she took pride in it, aiming to please.
She went from a light flicking to heavier and faster flicks, and held steady as she heard Temeka give a deep, long moan, while her thick clitoris swelled in Leilani’s mouth.
Leilani added a side-to-side sucking action and rode Temeka through her orgasm, staying with it, riding the waves that subsided and returned, subsided and returned, subsided and returned. She oscillated her tongue. As Temeka reached her height, she put her hand on Leilani’s head and tried to push her away, signaling that the multiples were too much for her to bear, and Leilani acquiesced, backing off and smiling sexily.
Temeka spoke a breathy two words. “Good job.”
“Pretty pussy.”
“Now that is what I call some good head. Come here.” Temeka used a come-hither motion with her finger that matched her eyes.
Leilani adjusted herself to lay on top of Temeka and they ground, kissing each other’s necks, cheeks, and ears, running their hands through each other’s long hair. Leilani rested her head along Temeka’s defined shoulder.
“You’re so soft,” Temeka said.
“You are too. I like this.”
Temeka admitted,
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