TOAW : Hillary : How to Decieve a Nightingale

Prologue

Prologue

Mature and Sexual themes.

Nymph found herself cascaded on the soft plush comforter. She wore a deep blue lingerie, sparkling within the depths of the dim lights of the room. The smell of erotic candles lingered the room. Her wife laid her down, as soft as placing a feather down the water so it could freely float without it being drowned.

Hillary's eyes showed passion and desire as she looks at her beautiful wife sprawled on the bed of blue orchids. "You look beautiful." She praised her bestfriend, the love of her life, her dearest wife. Nymph let out a soft giggle, her chest gently shook as she was amused.

"You've seen me naked tons of times, Hun. What made me look so beautiful than the previous times you said it?" Nymph's voice was raspy and sweet. A voice you can taste, honey dew in the cold morning wisp. Hillary touched her lover's cheek. Her free hand gently pulled down the strings of the lingerie that made the fabric become one.

"Well, that's because now." Hillary paused and admired the woman's beauty.

"You're my wife." Hillary gently capture the younger woman's lips. Nymph let out a soft series of loving moans. Their hands intertwined as soon as Nymph's lingerie fell apart, their tongues dance. The rings around their fingers showed a glint the moment it struck by a light.

"I'm making love to my wife now." Hillary hummed, her voice dark and dripping with desire. Nymph's breath hitched, she softly giggled feeling Hillary's lips gliding on the sensitive skin of her neck.

"You are not a girlfriend nor a fiancee." Hillary softly pressed a kiss on her neck.

"You're my wife." She continues to trail soft wet kisses all over Nymph's body.

"And I'm yours." Nymph submits to herself as Hillary continues to ravish her wife's lips. Tonight is the night they clearly became more one. Their wedding was the most perfect to behold, best friends to married wives.

Who could even ask for more?

"Spread your legs, love." She whispered and kissed down her wife's breasts, each one. Hillary kissed them lovingly, giving gentle squeezes.

"Already?" Nymph pouts and giggles. Hillary groaned and nodded her head, her hands going down between Nymph's legs. The woman below her gasped when Hillary teased her inner thighs.

"You're so happy." Hillary lovingly, desperate to touch more of her wife. Nymph softly smiled as she spreads her legs wide open for her wife. Her inner thighs glistening with her essence. She doesn't shy away to show herself to Hillary so openly.

Hillary's mouth ran dry seeing her wife's wetness. The pulsating,swollen bud her tongue ached to suckle and lick. The inviting wet entrance. Hillary swallowed. "I can't believe you're mine." Her tone was desperate as she looks at the wife's needy pussy.

"Please..." Nymph whined as she hips rocked gently, wanting Hillary's lips and mouth all over her needy entrance. She wanted it so bad, she's too wet and desperate to shy away. Nymph wanted to see her wife's features as she eats her out.

"Please what, love?" Hillary wanted to tease her wife for a little while before fully giving her what she wants the most.

"Take me. Make me yours." Nymph whined as she clutched her hands on the sheets. Her lingerie disheveled and open. It barely clung onto her skin to cover her up. Hillary went down even more, her kisses landing towards the main course. Nymph played with her breasts as she bit her lower lip, the anticipation raising as she looks at her beloved wife going down on her.

Hillary chuckled at the pretty words in which she immediately shook her head. "Too rated G, love. How about a dirtier one hm?" Hillary encouraged. She is the only woman who made Nymph like this.Needy and wellm erotic.