Liz’s Toy Chest [ff] [bdsm] [long]

This is a follow up of my [first story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/63wjy3/sharing_a_hotel_with_mom_not_incest_ff_fm_long/?st=J17XYTTL&sh=164fc956) during which I met Liz. Liz is the epitome of a bad ass punk dyke. 6 feet tall, skinny as fuck, cute little white girl ass, barbelled nipples on a pretty flat chest, pierced clit, tattooed all over, bleach blonde punk haircut. Totally cool.

I am physically the opposite haha. 5’3, black and Brazilian, 34D, dat black booty, luscious curves while maintaining a pretty thin waist. Natural black woman hair and a lot of it. I’ve been told nicki Minaj with a little less boobs and darker skin.

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I spent the day after meeting Liz with my mom, enjoying the last full day of our vacation celebrating my 21st birthday. We drank mimosas recapping the night – me ribbing her for fuckin a monster of a brotha(like clegane big) and her ribbing me for getting fisted by a tall dyke. We visited a couple museums then laid out on the beach smokin joints. By about mid afternoon though we could tell each of us were craving what we had last night.

Sharing a hotel with mom [not incest] [ff] [fm] [long]

So I guess I should start this off with a disclaimer to all you incest kinks that my mom and I don’t touch at all in this story, and we never will. Not into that.

I’m a 27 year old bi black/Latina woman (half Black half Brazilian). 5’3 with that booty, 34D and a nice waist. Not bone thin but I got those curves :) been told I also have DSL.

I grew up in a small two bedroom shithole with my mom. We are super close and open to talk about everything in our lives, from mental health, school, sex lives (which with paper thin walls would have been a tough topic to avoid). Totally comfy being topless around the house after a shower or workout, because I am not sexually attracted to her or her me.

Anyways…disclaimer over to the story we go.

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So for my 21st bday my momma and I decided to go on a vacation. We rented a hotel room with two queens (cuz we queens) and spent the first two nights out together. The third night I wanted to go to a punk show, whereas she wanted to club. So we split up, agreeing to text if one of us “needed the room”.