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She felt the hot breath on her neck

And the hand on her firm pert behind

As it stroked and felt it’s way.

In the darkened room

In her tight little dress,

Having drank a little to much

This moment was one she craved.

The kisses on the neck made for a warmth,

That rippled through her body,

Made her body tingle and react.

She felt the hand under her dress now

Felt it exploring her desires,

She melted back against the object that desired her

And felt the arms embracing her,

As now both hands were moving over her

And as they did she moaned and sighed

And squirmed and thrust her body in time

And felt her passion start to increase,

To an almost explosive feat,

She felt the pressure start to mount

As the hands worked her body

To a tantamount point

Where she knew there was no return,

As her body now ached and yearned,

For the moment of release,

Hitting that climactic peak,

Barely able now to speak,

As her breath was fast

And her chest heaved,

Squeezed by hands

Using skilful techniques,

She begged in whispers

For so much more

And in that moment of wanting more,

It was if someone had just opened a door,

To heights of pleasure never felt before,

Her knees buckled and she felt the floor

Beneath her feet begin to melt,

Her heart full of love and lust

Beat fast and hard,

The blood throbbed through her viens

Like an express train

And it was impossible to remain,

In control or dignified, as her body contorted

As her body writhed

Feeling the touch and flow of her essence inside,

She let out a sensual cry

And in a whirling, dizzing moment in time,

Her body let go and so did her mind,

As she succumbed to the pleasure and to the joy,

Of being used as somebody’s toy,

Used in a way she enjoyed,

Making such a lovers noise,

She turned her face and kissed her friend,

Lips full and caressing,

She had yearned to discover this feminine touch

Two firm female bodies writhing as one,

Enjoying and devouring innocent pleasurable fun,

And her whole being coming undone.