“Take your hands off me.” Tina tightly clutched Bette’s hands, roughly pulling them off of her body and placing them on the table… Tina’s smile came back; she leaned down to Bette’s ear, tickling her with her breath… In the sultriest tone that Bette had ever heard, Tina whispered. “You better hold on babe.”

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Bette gulped in another stream of air, as she began to feel dizzy and aroused all at the same time. Tina’s ***** dangling mere inches away from her lips.

Meanwhile Tina started to lick Bette’s chin, down her neck. Tina stopped for a moment to admire Bettes beautiful *****. How they were so round and full and inviting… How they could always look good even if Tina wasn’t aroused. Her thumb glided over one of the taunt hard nipples. As soon as her thumb came in contact with Bette’s hard nipple there was a slight gasp. Tina smiled wickedly as she did the same thing to the other nipple and getting exactly the same response from Bette.

Meanwhile Bette’s hand held onto the table for dear mercy. The last thing she wanted to do was piss Tina off…Who knows what would happen…Bette thought to herself the worst thing that could happen and concluded on that would Tina would stop her games and just go straight to bed to sleep. Bette gulped the ever increase saliva that was being formed in her mouth…. She had to try to think of other things. As she did, she arched her back in hope of something more from Tina. “Nuhu Babe, where going my pace.” Tina said slyly as her other hand went down the tortures path of find Bette’s wet *****…

“Please…” came the whimper of an arousal starved Bette. “I need…you.”

“And you will get me…. In time.” Tina responded as she pain-staking glided her hands over Bette’s strong stomach. She was so close to her own wetness. Tina dipped her fingers in her own scent, moaning as she did so. Then proceeded to let Bette lick her fingers clean.

“God you taste so good.” Bette proclaimed to her lover as she finished licking Tina’s fingers…

Tina let her hands roam all over Bette’s body…Taking in the ever present beauty…Bette’s body had begun to sweat, **tear droplets** formed on her brow, sliding down her chin and then dripping onto her chest.
Tina got off the table and grabbed a kitchen chair, sitting at the end of the table where Tina could see the most sensitive part of Bette. Pushing the chair forward, Tina grabbed hold of Bette’s thighs, pulling Bettes legs to her sides. Tina started to slowly massage Bette’s calves, looking at them attentively, inspecting every muscle contraction that Bette’s foot produced.