“Oh my god!” Lucy shouted into the pillow covering her face. Tightly pressed against her glowing face and heavy breathing through the soft tissue of her linens.
Lucy knew her sister had been in the house while I had made advances on her. Pulling the pillow tight onto her face as another wave of her orgasm crashed over her, pulsing through her body like a hot-summer night breeze, followed by the cool rush of ocean waves as I glid my tongue over her blooming labia.
This wasn’t like any other day, as normally, Lucy would wait until her sister had left the house until we had time to rush to take off our clothes and devour our bodies. Today was different. We hadn’t seen each other in a week due to work, and we both had settled not to touch ourselves when we were away. This was to help us build our lust – and build our lust it did.
The pillow on Lucy’s face made it hard to breathe, she had forgotten how hard she was pulling the pillow into her face as I lashed over her aching clitoris. I could feel my heart racing as I heard Lucy breathing hard into the fabric tightly to cover her agonizing screams as I caressed her with my lips.