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Candy Star Forever More part 2/? (Exerpt from the Candy Star Extended Play Collection)
sipoonah
June 17th, 2011
Candy Star Forever More
Part 2/?
She was sure nights like this were over, though this one was more extreme than those of her past. Never before had she gone this far. Taeyeon stood looming over the sleeping form studying the rise and fall of the younger girl’s ample inviting chest.
I guess she really was tired. The bothered girl huffed, shifting uncomfortably from side to side.
When it ached like this she always found it hard to stay still.
Damn it, she inhaled and exhaled in hisses, it’s been getting like this a lot these recently… Taeyeon widened her stance in hopes of quelling the surging heat building between her legs. I don’t know why this is happening… maybe it’s being this place again… she tugged at her collar, her breath hitching as the throbbing intensified, or maybe it’s just her. She studied the tall figure carelessly breathing in short rhythmic pants.
Just like the whooshing in her ears the pulsing sensation pumped in time with her thumping heart. It beat so clear in the silent room. It was as if she could hear the very organ itself swelling. She loved that sensation. If she left it alone it would grow until it was so ripe it felt like it was twitching on its own, triggering a chain reaction that caused her impatient core to spasm, creating a wet welcoming trail down her thigh. Oh yes, she loved it but it was maddening. When it got like that she knew she only had a small window of time to quell her urgent needs or else the consequences would be dire, filled with sleepless nights and grumpy mornings.
Thankfully she wasn’t that far along though it was creeping up fast.
She looks so heavenly… Taeyeon, sucked in a deep breath feeling her eyes flutter closed. She must have washed her hair when she was in the shower...
“mm—ah!” the entranced girl clasped her hand over her mouth stumbling forward as the intoxicating scent of the pink figures shampoo muddled her senses. The smell of her coupled with the image of her in the shower
It was nearly too much.
Taeyeon steadied herself by the bed, letting her hand accidentally brush against the sleeping girl’s knee. There wasn’t even anything sexual about it but still her body broke into a shudder.
It was at its peak now. So swollen and ready… Taeyeon knew she was losing time.
“Ff…uhn.” Another shudder. It was already quivering.
Damn it… she watched as the younger girl stirred under the thin white sheet, murmuring soft words to herself, I can’t wake her up like this… I… that would be…
“Ahn!” again she fell forward, this time her hand falling on Tiffany’s shoulder as she grinded her hips against air. Taeyeon bit down hard on her lip stifling her moans. The friction of her slippery folds rubbing against the plump nub, pleasuring it from either side, stimulating it between their creases, there weren’t nearly enough words to describe it.
She couldn’t waste any more time.
With finesse, Taeyeon gently pulled back the white sheet covering the younger girl, her hands seemingly acting on their own. Every inch of her body wanted what was in store and though her mind was in slight opposition her body didn’t need permission to perform.
Instinct could act alone.
The sound of Tiffany’s limp body being forced onto its back followed by the sound of cotton shorts being tugged down creamy legs was comparable to the sound of waves breaking carelessly in the distance. Though that thought was far from Taeyeon’s mind as she stood gawking at the laced garment covering the oblivious girl’s delicate mound.
She didn’t bother to wipe her drool, it would have been pointless.
“Fah…Fah…” speaking was pointless too.
Taeyeon waited for her spasm to subside before reaching over the taller girls legs again. In one fluid motion she hooked her fingers under the leg openings of the pink lingerie and pulled them towards herself. Quickly she turned away and waddled into the bathroom. Seeing it bare, in all its stunning pink glory would have been too much. She was sure she would have exploded right there.
Stealing Tiffany’s underwear was much more defined, she’d reasoned, hurriedly tapping the door close behind her. She fumbled for the light switch, half remembering where it was from the last time they were there together, it had to have been two years now. Usually she would know things like this and take a moment to reminisce with a smile and a small chuckle
but right now she just didn’t give a damn.
“Ohhh,” Her voice trembled as she set vibrant panties on the stone countertop. She only let them go for a moment so that she could peel back the layers of clothing keeping her from the moistness between the V of her legs.
“Fuck…” Her underwear remained connected to her by a thin string of viscous fluid before separating; the juiciness of her gushing folds leaving a clear impression in the sopping fabric.
With her pants hanging around her calves she looked more like an A
If this was a normal session she would find humor in it but again all that mattered was—Taeyeon scooped the underwear up in her hand bringing it to her face for a strong whiff.
The scent was faint but it was there and that was all she needed to fall to her knees.
“Oh… Fany…hnng!” she had to be quick, the spasms were intensifying, growing stronger with every quickened beat of her heart. With a second inhale she dropped her hand between her legs and slowly eased her index onto her clit.
“Aaaaahhhhhh…” she sighed, a drunken smile plastering her face. The engorged nub welcomed its friend with a bevy of tingling sensations, as if it was saying “thank you. Thank you for saving me from this hot hell, tucked away down here without means of relief. Thank you for ending our eight hour secession because as much as it was killing you it nearly murdered me.”
Taeyeon remained kneeling, trying to keep her balance before moving her fingers. The last thing she wanted was for it to end quickly. She never liked that. Even quickies for her had to last at least a half an hour. But then again, tonight wasn’t normal. Thievery was the indicator of that.
“Hng!” she groaned feeling her lips spasm in urgency, coaxing her fingers to move. She didn’t stall any longer. She couldn’t, loosing this level of excitement would be unforgiveable especially after making it this far.
She fought hard to open her eyes so that she could marvel at her bounty. They were perfectly tantalizing. Not because of the color or because of the seductive design but solely because they were Tiffany’s.
“Ugn! Ah!” her index flicked hard over the glistening surface of her hood, “Fany!” She moaned, her words muffled by the fabric against her face. She inhaled again, sucking so hard that the sheer fibers nearly blocked her nostrils. She hadn’t thought to keep it in until then.
“h-how can you m-ma-make me like this?” she wheezed, holding her breath, “h-how?” As she spoke her tongue brushed against the lace. She didn’t even have to think about it.
“Mmmmmmmmmm!” The guttural groan droned as Taeyeon finally exhaled, vacuuming the crotch of the garment into her mouth, “Phanhy!” She shivered, switching to her middle finger.
It was much faster.
The lewd sounds of her hot flooded folds filled the small chamber as she molested the vigil nub, doing her best to fulfill the itch. It yearned to be sated, set free of the tensions that were causing it to twinge in agony.
The slightly tangy taste, the effervescent aroma
Taeyeon could feel growing near.
Building fast in her loins
“oh yeth, oh yeth!” she cried in mumbles, pinching her clit for that extra push, “harduh Phannhy!”
It wasn’t enough.
Thinking fast and unwilling to lose her Fany induced high she yanked the underwear from her teeth and shoved them between her legs. She didn’t think they would rip but she wasn’t particularly upset that they had.
As the soaked cloth met her folds her legs finally gave way leaving her to fall forward against the black wooden door of the cubby under the sink. She paid no attention to the silver handle jutting into her shoulder, in fact she didn’t even notice it. Every inch of her body was readying itself for the trip to euphoria.
Creating a barrier between her finger and the crotch of the torn garment she rubbed hard over her neglected core with one hand while the other massaged her swollen nub, resting all her weight against her head and shoulders.
She didn’t need anything else to finish
It was impending.
“Fu—fuc—k” she wailed through gritted teeth, her eyes clamped shut as the wave built. It was going to be big. It was going to blow her mind. She knew it would. The only thing that could have made it more perfect would be taking another whiff
Taeyeon felt her body begin to quake, the tall tell sign of a good orgasm. Her mouth fell open releasing the unrecognizably altered garment as the tingling sensation began to rapidly build in her loins
“D-d-dam—d” before crashing over her body in turbulent waves of ecstasy. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as her body thundered against the fixture. “..F-fan! F-fan!-t-ti-tifa…guh-oh gg-gu-d-damnnn-n it..shi…t…” the writhing girl babbled her brain scrambling as she seizured onto the cold tile. “F…fan..y…fah….” she heaved, spasming on the floor; her feet sounding small smacks, kicking uncontrollably against the white squares.
Just as she’d expected it was good.
But it was only good
“Fany…” Taeyeon mumbled pulling herself back to earth. The winded girl used what strength she had to bring her pants back up to her
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Candy Star Forever More part 2/? (Exerpt from the Candy Star Extended Play Collection)
sipoonah
June 17th, 2011
Candy Star Forever More
Part 2/?
She was sure nights like this were over, though this one was more extreme than those of her past. Never before had she gone this far. Taeyeon stood looming over the sleeping form studying the rise and fall of the younger girl’s ample inviting chest.
I guess she really was tired. The bothered girl huffed, shifting uncomfortably from side to side.
When it ached like this she always found it hard to stay still.
Damn it, she inhaled and exhaled in hisses, it’s been getting like this a lot these recently… Taeyeon widened her stance in hopes of quelling the surging heat building between her legs. I don’t know why this is happening… maybe it’s being this place again… she tugged at her collar, her breath hitching as the throbbing intensified, or maybe it’s just her. She studied the tall figure carelessly breathing in short rhythmic pants.
Just like the whooshing in her ears the pulsing sensation pumped in time with her thumping heart. It beat so clear in the silent room. It was as if she could hear the very organ itself swelling. She loved that sensation. If she left it alone it would grow until it was so ripe it felt like it was twitching on its own, triggering a chain reaction that caused her impatient core to spasm, creating a wet welcoming trail down her thigh. Oh yes, she loved it but it was maddening. When it got like that she knew she only had a small window of time to quell her urgent needs or else the consequences would be dire, filled with sleepless nights and grumpy mornings.
Thankfully she wasn’t that far along though it was creeping up fast.
She looks so heavenly… Taeyeon, sucked in a deep breath feeling her eyes flutter closed. She must have washed her hair when she was in the shower...
“mm—ah!” the entranced girl clasped her hand over her mouth stumbling forward as the intoxicating scent of the pink figures shampoo muddled her senses. The smell of her coupled with the image of her in the shower
It was nearly too much.
Taeyeon steadied herself by the bed, letting her hand accidentally brush against the sleeping girl’s knee. There wasn’t even anything sexual about it but still her body broke into a shudder.
It was at its peak now. So swollen and ready… Taeyeon knew she was losing time.
“Ff…uhn.” Another shudder. It was already quivering.
Damn it… she watched as the younger girl stirred under the thin white sheet, murmuring soft words to herself, I can’t wake her up like this… I… that would be…
“Ahn!” again she fell forward, this time her hand falling on Tiffany’s shoulder as she grinded her hips against air. Taeyeon bit down hard on her lip stifling her moans. The friction of her slippery folds rubbing against the plump nub, pleasuring it from either side, stimulating it between their creases, there weren’t nearly enough words to describe it.
She couldn’t waste any more time.
With finesse, Taeyeon gently pulled back the white sheet covering the younger girl, her hands seemingly acting on their own. Every inch of her body wanted what was in store and though her mind was in slight opposition her body didn’t need permission to perform.
Instinct could act alone.
The sound of Tiffany’s limp body being forced onto its back followed by the sound of cotton shorts being tugged down creamy legs was comparable to the sound of waves breaking carelessly in the distance. Though that thought was far from Taeyeon’s mind as she stood gawking at the laced garment covering the oblivious girl’s delicate mound.
She didn’t bother to wipe her drool, it would have been pointless.
“Fah…Fah…” speaking was pointless too.
Taeyeon waited for her spasm to subside before reaching over the taller girls legs again. In one fluid motion she hooked her fingers under the leg openings of the pink lingerie and pulled them towards herself. Quickly she turned away and waddled into the bathroom. Seeing it bare, in all its stunning pink glory would have been too much. She was sure she would have exploded right there.
Stealing Tiffany’s underwear was much more defined, she’d reasoned, hurriedly tapping the door close behind her. She fumbled for the light switch, half remembering where it was from the last time they were there together, it had to have been two years now. Usually she would know things like this and take a moment to reminisce with a smile and a small chuckle
but right now she just didn’t give a damn.
“Ohhh,” Her voice trembled as she set vibrant panties on the stone countertop. She only let them go for a moment so that she could peel back the layers of clothing keeping her from the moistness between the V of her legs.
“Fuck…” Her underwear remained connected to her by a thin string of viscous fluid before separating; the juiciness of her gushing folds leaving a clear impression in the sopping fabric.
With her pants hanging around her calves she looked more like an A
If this was a normal session she would find humor in it but again all that mattered was—Taeyeon scooped the underwear up in her hand bringing it to her face for a strong whiff.
The scent was faint but it was there and that was all she needed to fall to her knees.
“Oh… Fany…hnng!” she had to be quick, the spasms were intensifying, growing stronger with every quickened beat of her heart. With a second inhale she dropped her hand between her legs and slowly eased her index onto her clit.
“Aaaaahhhhhh…” she sighed, a drunken smile plastering her face. The engorged nub welcomed its friend with a bevy of tingling sensations, as if it was saying “thank you. Thank you for saving me from this hot hell, tucked away down here without means of relief. Thank you for ending our eight hour secession because as much as it was killing you it nearly murdered me.”
Taeyeon remained kneeling, trying to keep her balance before moving her fingers. The last thing she wanted was for it to end quickly. She never liked that. Even quickies for her had to last at least a half an hour. But then again, tonight wasn’t normal. Thievery was the indicator of that.
“Hng!” she groaned feeling her lips spasm in urgency, coaxing her fingers to move. She didn’t stall any longer. She couldn’t, loosing this level of excitement would be unforgiveable especially after making it this far.
She fought hard to open her eyes so that she could marvel at her bounty. They were perfectly tantalizing. Not because of the color or because of the seductive design but solely because they were Tiffany’s.
“Ugn! Ah!” her index flicked hard over the glistening surface of her hood, “Fany!” She moaned, her words muffled by the fabric against her face. She inhaled again, sucking so hard that the sheer fibers nearly blocked her nostrils. She hadn’t thought to keep it in until then.
“h-how can you m-ma-make me like this?” she wheezed, holding her breath, “h-how?” As she spoke her tongue brushed against the lace. She didn’t even have to think about it.
“Mmmmmmmmmm!” The guttural groan droned as Taeyeon finally exhaled, vacuuming the crotch of the garment into her mouth, “Phanhy!” She shivered, switching to her middle finger.
It was much faster.
The lewd sounds of her hot flooded folds filled the small chamber as she molested the vigil nub, doing her best to fulfill the itch. It yearned to be sated, set free of the tensions that were causing it to twinge in agony.
The slightly tangy taste, the effervescent aroma
Taeyeon could feel growing near.
Building fast in her loins
“oh yeth, oh yeth!” she cried in mumbles, pinching her clit for that extra push, “harduh Phannhy!”
It wasn’t enough.
Thinking fast and unwilling to lose her Fany induced high she yanked the underwear from her teeth and shoved them between her legs. She didn’t think they would rip but she wasn’t particularly upset that they had.
As the soaked cloth met her folds her legs finally gave way leaving her to fall forward against the black wooden door of the cubby under the sink. She paid no attention to the silver handle jutting into her shoulder, in fact she didn’t even notice it. Every inch of her body was readying itself for the trip to euphoria.
Creating a barrier between her finger and the crotch of the torn garment she rubbed hard over her neglected core with one hand while the other massaged her swollen nub, resting all her weight against her head and shoulders.
She didn’t need anything else to finish
It was impending.
“Fu—fuc—k” she wailed through gritted teeth, her eyes clamped shut as the wave built. It was going to be big. It was going to blow her mind. She knew it would. The only thing that could have made it more perfect would be taking another whiff
Taeyeon felt her body begin to quake, the tall tell sign of a good orgasm. Her mouth fell open releasing the unrecognizably altered garment as the tingling sensation began to rapidly build in her loins
“D-d-dam—d” before crashing over her body in turbulent waves of ecstasy. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as her body thundered against the fixture. “..F-fan! F-fan!-t-ti-tifa…guh-oh gg-gu-d-damnnn-n it..shi…t…” the writhing girl babbled her brain scrambling as she seizured onto the cold tile. “F…fan..y…fah….” she heaved, spasming on the floor; her feet sounding small smacks, kicking uncontrollably against the white squares.
Just as she’d expected it was good.
But it was only good
“Fany…” Taeyeon mumbled pulling herself back to earth. The winded girl used what strength she had to bring her pants back up to her
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