My back arched over the arm of the couch as Franky kissed down my abdomen. The hairs on my arms arose as the chills were sent up my spine from the warmth of her lips, along with the cold air touching my bare skin. Franky steered her eyes up toward me while her lips were still pressed to my stomach and she smirked. She jumped up and made a quick sway with her hips like she was trying to Bachata or some cute thing as she made her way to the tv. "You know Spanish dancing?", the question rolled out of my mouth. "Well, let's just say I know a few things," her smile lights up the whole room.
Franky put the Pitch Perfect in, I think I'm about to have a heart attack. I'm going to sing and then I'll sound like a dying whale which will just be such a turn off; "I've been shot, I've been shot!" Fat Amy never fails to amuse me. Oh lord, here comes my favorite part, their singing, okay Azalea don't make a fool of yourself. Forget it, I used to be in honors chorus maybe I still have a little rhythm. "Don't you, forget about me... as you walk on by, will you call my name..." I look at Franky, holding my hand out singing to her. My vocals were getting louder, looking back over at Franky with those hearts in her eyes again. "Your voice, is like a mocking jay, you're precious Azalea." Why must Franky always say the most amazing affirmations?
I began going on and on about how I used to sing constantly in school and around the house. I loved dancing and acting admirably, like anyone was ever going to see me. Well, now Franky sees me doing all of my goofy things. As I continued on about my designed voice that I had created since I was younger, Franky was peering into my soul becoming lost in my mind, in my eyes and in my heart. She quickly leaped acrossed the end of the couch and slid my body downward by my hips. Franky began moaning, she started to shake as adrenaline built up inside of her veins as she collided her body with mine. The couch began to move as the feeling of her lips slid down past my belly button, onto my clit, it made me quiver as the spit entwined with my cum. Damn did her tongue do justice!
Ring Ring Ring... Franky pulled me closer as I tried to back up to grab my phone, her tongue went deeper. I moaned as I answered the phone and said, "Ahh... Hello... Uhh..." the voice was deep, "Hello? Azalea, this is..."
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RomanceAzalea, a newly retired veteran, is just returning to the states and needs to start fresh. Oh and she's a lesbian. She hasn't been home in five years and a lot of things have changed. Now she's living in a world where people are actually gay and pro...
