“So which will it be? Tea or me, dear lady?” Anne inquired while slowly beginning to unbutton her navy blue frock.
There was a flurry of hand movement as the sapphists attempted to remove their own and each others clothing. Emilia could hardly bring herself to part from Anne’s perfectly plump lips even for the sake of undressing. Her chambermaid, clearly more skilled, took control in spite of being backed into one of the tree-like bed posts. Emilia could have fainted from pleasure as Anne roughly tore off the chiffon dressing gown that had previously enveloped her hungry body. She closed her eyes as the sultry maid began to plant kisses, feverishly, down her neck until buried within Emilia’s inviting diddeys. Her heart leaped as Anne ran her tongue between, then under her breasts. When the beautiful, red tongue ran over Emilia’s nipples they turned upwards in arousal.
Not to be the wilting flower of the two, Emilia, brusquely, moved Anne to the bed where she slowly removed each article of clothing that remained. The maid’s blouse was already half unbuttoned, so Emilia continued where Anne had left off. Next off was the stiff skirt, which left a pale blue corset, equally stiff petticoat, and the terribly itchy stockings hiding Anne’s beautiful, supple body. She gasped beneath her lover’s hands as they loosened the corset stays that allowed her buxom breasts to spill out. Anne stared up at Emilia, eyes heavy with desire, as the young mistress laid her naked body next to hers. Emilia wanted to memorize every inch of her lover’s exquisite form; the curve of her shapely hips, the placement of every freckle, and the way Anne gazed at her.
“Every part of me wants every part of you, but I don’t know where to start,” Emilia whispered.
“It starts with me having my way with your cloven inlet,” Anne declared as she slid down the satin coverlet until she was eye level with Emilia’s hip bone.
The mouth she had been fantasizing about that morning was now playing with her cunny. Emilia squirmed when the tickling sensation between her legs began; Anne soon put a stop to that by putting her arms firmly on Em’s legs. Anne’s tongue moved about so much that Emilia had to place a pillow firmly over her mouth to keep from shrieking. She hadn’t wanted it to go so quickly, but couldn’t help it when sweet death overcame her. Anne’s tongue continued its dance in spite of Emilia’s pleasured protests. Finally when Emilia felt she might actually die, her chambermaid stopped. After removing the pillow from her face, Em noticed Anne’s smug grin. Grateful for Anne’s gifted tongue, Emilia pulled the cunnilinguist’s face towards her own; she wanted to taste herself on her maid’s mouth.
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