The HER Chronicles

DreamHER

It's a bustling night at Club Catacombs, one of the only lesbian clubs in North Dakota. Moranda is slinging drinks like it's no one's business. All the girls stare at her, knowing that her tongue can cause even the straightest of women to bed, but she isn't interested. She knows the deal; they fall for her charm, her kisses, and the sex, which is amazing. Then, a jealous boyfriend comes and keys her car. No, she has more important things on her mind: her cute dog Olive and graduate school. Her family was slightly upset that Moranda comes from the local tribe called the Montagne or Mountain if you're uncultured. She looks around and sees the women's stares except for one. She has a curly afro and dark skin that glowed in the limited amount of light in the club. Moranda has never seen this woman before and trusts she knows every woman. She has practically slept with them, but she never. If she ever did, she would be completely done dating. Just one long look, and this woman was done for.

In a drunken haze and her pussy purring, they end up at Moranda's place. Kissing heavily bodies pressed against each other, they took no time taking their clothes. Moranda stopped to look at this woman. She couldnt help but kneel, kissing and licking her body on her way down to her glorious pussy that was already wet with the perfect taste. Moranda couldnt help but breathe in her enchanted smell of lavender and chocolate. Moranda used her and her teeth to graze at her clit and finger her. As the other woman moaned, she went faster. Moranda lifted the woman, still eating her out, and threw her onto the bed. She looked at her, growling at her life, an animal ready to pounce on the prey it had been hunting for. Moranda sucked and squeezed her breast, leaving gentle marks on them. She made her way down to the woman's pussy and continued where she left off. Spreading the woman's legs and biting them as she continued to finger the woman, tapping her g-spot to the rhythm of her breath. The woman moaned louder, which made Moranda go mad faster with her fingers.

Her legs started to shake, and her eyes rolled back. She was griping the comforter under her. Realizing that she was going to explode and wishing it would stop, she wanted to see where this woman could take her. Moranda knew the signs, so she continued lying on her and moving her fingers faster. "I'm not going to stop until you are completely drenched. Do you understand me?" Moranda said with a demanding tone. Pulling the woman's hair, she whispered in her ear to cum. The woman's breathing began to quicken. Her legs were shaken. She was nervous but couldnt hold it in anymore. She let out a scream of ecstasy and breather, squirting on the entire bed. As her body began to convulse and jump, Moranda couldnt help but smile at the event she caused. After a minute or two, the woman calmed down. Moranda made her way to the bathroom to get the mystery woman a towel, licking her fingers as she returned to the bedroom.

But she was gone; the woman that she made love to was gone. But how could she have gone anywhere? There was only one way in and one way out, and she lived on the third floor. No way could she have jumped. A Ding came from her phone. No doubt her manager asking for her to fill in for someone. After putting in her password, she saw her favorite only-fans creators fucking their girlfriends. She laughed, plopping on the bed and responding to her friend's message... Thinking, ' damn, I taste good.'