The forbidden fruit

In the gloom and darkness of the night

When I wake up I can feel my flower is drenched, I had an erotic dream of Emma again. My bedspreads are completely wet and covered in nectar from my throbbing flower. Fuck, I could fuck her right now. I want to call her, but I do not have her number.Instead, I pick up my phone and find Emma on Facebook. Fuck, how is she delicious on her profile picture. I just wish you could see a little more of her bulging bosom. I want more, but this is probably enough to quench my thirst. Unless .... I open messenger and type Emma's name. We have not written together before .... at first I doubt, but when I feel my tickling flower I decide to call her.It takes a while and she does not answer, it is clear because it is 3 o'clock at night ...but then something happens"Celine, why are you calling me? Her voice sounds tired, I've probably woken her, but that's not holding me back"Can't you put your cam on?" I sound so terribly prayerful, but I so much want to see her. I see her now on my screen and we both turn on the lights in our rooms.I put my phone on the windowsill and slowly start to take my clothes off while I moan, she can now see my cannon melons, I then take off my pants while sucking naughtily on my finger."should I take my panties off" I ask as I look at her with big dog eyesshe nods and I slowly and flirtatiously take off my red blonde panties."Touch yourself while filming it and yourself"I do as she says, I let my hand slide down to the sensitive and drenched flower and I moan so loud that I am afraid to wake my mother.I hold back a little with moaning."just stop," Emma says, "but you must not go to bed," she lies on.Half an hour goes by, I'm lying in my bed looking out into the air and I still have not gotten my clothes on again. I do not understand what it is she wants, but then I hear a knock on my window, that Emma. I open for her."Emma what are you doing here?" I ask, but she does not answer me. She elegantly jumps out of the window like a panther in the jungle. she takes my hand and leads me to the bed, she sits on the edge and I take off her sweater while she lets her hands caress my naked body. I can feel myself getting nervous. I wonder why. I was not nervous when Emma raw-fucked me on the toilet, so why am I now ?? It feels more intimate here, with Emma's labyrinthine body snaking into my bed, in my room.