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Even though we're stuck in the middle of the hot ass desert, I think I'm starting to feel the Christmas Spirit. Enjoy.
THE UNBEARABLE DARQUENESS OF BEING by Mason Laughlin* [actually Kati and Meg]
Waiting in the darkened corner of her paramour's dorm room, Coralie Bouchard watched the door eagerly, awaiting her lover. Hearing the handle turn, the sugary Swan broke into a wide, toothy grin and quickly crossed the room, tackling the other girl the moment she was in the room. "Surprise, Gorgeous," she purred, letting her hands roam the length of the Belgian's body.
"Coralie!" Marine van de Velde giggled to her busom-buddy-cum-lover. She let her bag and her coat drop to the floor so that Coralie could better fondle her.
"I'm so glad you could come!" Coralie's eyes grew darquer and she she ran her petite fingers through her lover's dark hair, tugging slightly on the back, exposing Marine's neck. She licked it. "And I'm so glad you'll cum."
Marine's sea-green eyes turned to the ceiling in ecstasy as Coralie's tongue ran up and down her throat. "Bite me," she whispered, but she knew that her French lover wouldn't - at least, not yet. Every moment with Coralie was like a dream, and Marine was one who really knew dreams.
Coralie shook her blonde hair and pushed Marine away from her. "Do you want that, Marine?" A dark look appeared in her eye, like a gilding helmet over her soul. "I can't give you anything you might want, my darling." She reached out for Marine's shirt and pulled the girl closer again, slowly unbuttoning Marine's pants. "We are mortal enemies, after all." She licked her lips. "Well, not until you beg."
Her whole body throbbing with desire, Marine wriggled out of her pants and wrapped her legs around the other lady's waist. "We may be mortal enemies," she rasped, "But that just makes me want you more, sugartits. Every time I see you, I feel lust zing through me." With a dark growl of desire, she ripped her shirt off and pulled Coralie's sweet lips to her chest. "Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease."
"Get off me, lover," Coralie hissed, pushing Marine backward on the bed made of clouds as she took off her own shirt. Her nipples were erect and perky and Coralie didn't wear a bra. She was European. She pounced on top of the other girl, flinging Marine's shirt off as well, a ruffly pink thing that said "I love Moshe" on it. She spread the girl's legs and slowly licked her sex. "I'm going to eat you raw," she growled. She ate her out. "How does that feel?"
"Oh God!" Marine shrieked, her shouts reaching a crescendo as she writhed in ecstasy. "So raw, like I'm burning inside." She pulled Coralie's gold head away from her, pushed her on her back, and scissored her furiously. Her eyes were dark and stormy with desire. She was now in a fever dream of lust.
"Good," Coralie said, now giggling. "I know that I am a sex weapon." Now that her inner goddess has been satisfied, the dark look in her eye disappeared. It was like the evil little nudger had not even existed at all and she was all candy-sweet again. "Okay, Marine, now it's your turn." She sat on Marine's face as the girl stroked up and down her vagina with her tongue. "Yes, Marine, YES," she cried, and suddenly, mid-orgasm, she turned completely into candy syrup.
Marine was hovering at the edge of delirium, driven wild by Coralie's talented tongue. "Yes, my love," she groaned. She dipped her fingers into the sweet, sticky candy on the bed and smeared it over firm tits. "I'm cumming!" she screamed as pleasure hit her like a sex bullet. She collapsed into the puddle her lover had become, completely spent and knowing she would never feel bliss like this again.