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There are only so many things that the thirty-two-year-old short-dark-brunette-haired Jude can resist, things she could turn her back on, things she could face with stone-cold eyes and stiff upper lips. And yet, there had always been at least only one thing, one person, that she could never ever be able to resist, turn down or turn away from. The thirty-four-year-old short-light-red-haired Isa. Just something about her made Jude's cheeks flush, and her legs wobble to the point of falling to her knees. She would let Isa do about anything to her.
Jude was down on her knees upon the bedroom floor, wearing her white bra and black tight jeans, while Isa was sitting sensuously on the foot of the bed and wearing a silky white top that was modest enough to cover her torso yet still left her shoulders and legs exposed. The two women gazed at each other with eyes half-closed and teeth biting into their own bottom lips. Jude was rubbing her crotch and groin against the carpet beneath her, wishing badly that Isa's hand was down there. And so, Isa crawled forth towards Jude and kissed her, both their eyes closing softly.
Their lips unwilling to be taken apart, Isa positioned herself on top of Jude who laid herself back and almost flat enough against the carpet floor. Isa's hands pinned down on Jude's own as Isa pressed her body down Jude's before grinding gracefully. The touch of Isa's hands, her lips, her whole body, made Jude tense up with goosebumps. She knew deep down that Isa would always be there to help relieve her of the usual daily stresses of life. Jude opened her lips to let Isa's tongue inside her mouth, tasting each other's saliva. And still, they wanted more.
Isa moved one of her own hands down to unbutton and unzip open Jude's black tight trousers and snuck that very same hand inside. Already, she could feel just how hot and wet Jude was for her, so she slipped three of her fingers within. Instantly, Jude bucked her hips, threw back her head and arched her chest upward, letting out a hard heavy moan. She wouldn't admit it, but she always needed this so bad. And Isa could tell, pumping her fingers in and out, gradually speeding up. She glazed her tongue up Jude's arched neck towards her chin like a mountain climber.
Their grinding bodies, covered in both goosebumps and sweat, were bathed in the dim light of the bedside lamp. Jude continued thrusting up hard against Isa's rapid fingers, riding them as far as she could possibly and humanly go. Her breaths and moans grew shorter and quicker, as if so much air was trapped within her lungs, she could barely stretch out even a single groan from her gaped lips. Any track of time had already been completely lost, feeling both eternal and expeditious. Nothing, no one and nobody could ever dare be able to disrupt or interrupt this perfect moment of foreplay and intimacy.
Before any further or longer, once the riding of Isa's fingers had brought Jude all the way to the edge and peak of ecstasy and pleasure, her body, which had held back so much even when she wanted to release so badly, finally climaxed. Even Isa could feel Jude coming onto her hand, her lips forming a toothy grin. A dark stain of dampness and stickiness appeared in Jude's jeans. Nothing, no one and nobody would or could ever make her as feel this good exactly like Isa not even a close second or third.
As Jude's once tensed up body feel limp on the soft carpet floor, Isa pulled her own fingers free, taking a good suckling taste of Jude's nectar while gazing down at her. Once Jude's senses restarted, she was able to look back up at Isa again and share a smile with her before Isa then went back down to kiss her once more. Jude could resist many things and many people, but not Isa. She never could, she never would, and she never even wanted to. Jude wanted to belong to Isa, and only Isa, forever.