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Lena felt her eyes roll back with pleasure as she eagerly suckled on Amélie’s tongue, her hips jerking up against her as she felt the cock within her twitch and pulse, the onset of Amélie’s powerful climax met her deep eager moans and a liquid heat pulsing deep within Lena each time Amélie crested the waves of pleasure, spending her pent-up load inside the plucky, lustful Brit. Her orgasm seemed to last forever, walls of pleasure cresting over her again and again as with each pulse she fired more and asian more of her thick creamy seed deep inside Lena’s hot pussy, but, it did eventually have to subside, her cock still buried deep within the girl, spending its last drops as Lena relaxed her grip, the pair of them breathing hard, utterly exhausted and completely satisfied. “A-Amélie…” Lena whispered, her voice a little hoarse as she weakly held onto the panting woman. “Y-yes?” “...Wow…” Lena panted, giggling softly, “Just… Wow…” Amélie grinned and chuckled softly as they moved in time to once more lay beside each other, erotic this time in each other's arms, where they belonged. Lena felt like she needed a shower, or another hard fuck, but in her mind, there was really only one option. Held in Amélie’s arms, safe and secure, as they girlfriend both lived in the afterglow of their lust, she felt the blanket of sleep creep upon her, drawing her down into its comforting depths where she willingly sank. It was some time later when Lena let out a quiet little whimper and stretched her arms out above her head, feeling the warmth of the duvet enveloping her as the sleepy fog of her mind began to slowly melt away. She lay, without opening her eyes, as the memories of the day before seeped in through the retreating dreams. Amélie. The woman who had conditioned her to obey her commands at a word, something that had proven to be unnecessary as the day had progressed into the evening. Still though, despite the conditioning Lena found it hard to be mad, without it, without Widowmaker’s targeted attack, she would never have really met Amélie. Just the thought of Amélie sent Lena’s heart to fluttering and, eager to be in her arms again she rolled onto her side, opening her eyes and smiling, reaching out towards… Where Amélie had been. Lena’s smile slipped away as she ran a hand across the sheets where Amélie had fallen asleep, snuggled up close to her, satisfied after their lovemaking. She lay for a moment staring at the empty pillow in the dim morning light beside her, the warm colours spilling in through the cracks in the window blinds indicating it was early morning, perhaps even sunrise. Sitting up slowly she ran a hand through her hair, pushing it up into her preferred style as she glanced around for any indication of her new lover, but saw no sign. For a moment her imagination ran a little wild. Maybe Amélie had used her, had manipulated her somehow? She felt a doubt creep into her. A sentence Amélie had said yesterday bouncing back into her anxious mind, ‘And I can think of no greater victory than this. To own you. To make you Brunette mine’. Had she played into Widowmakers plans last night? Had this been it all along? To lure her in with the facade of Amélie then leave her doubting everything about herself? Feeling her anxieties rise she scooped herself up from the bed and, casting her gaze around, found something to cover her lithe nakedness with. The discarded T-shirt wouldn’t cover much, but she found herself in a bit of a hurry. Cautiously she pushed open the door to the bedroom and poked her head out, glancing around as she held the hem of the T-shirt down, protecting her modesty as she slipped quietly into the hallway, padding barefoot towards the main living room and kitchen area. As the space came into view she stopped, looking across towards the window where the first warm rays of the morning's light poured into the room, obstructed only by the lithe naked form of Amélie as she sat perched on the windowsill, her long hair loose as it hung down her back, her hands raised, clasped around a steaming white porcelain cup. For a moment Lena stood in amazement, drinking in every slender line, every enticing curve, the fullness of her Solo soft breasts and the memorable sight of her thick cock resting against one of her off colour thighs. Lena bit her lip as Amélie glanced her way, her yellow eyes half closed, still heavy with sleep, but her soft smile was genuine in the affection it radiated towards Lena. “Hey love…” Lena said gently, a warm smile touching her lips as her anxieties all but vanished, her unfounded fears replaced only with desire and adoration. “Mm, good morning… Join me?” Amélie’s voice was soft and loving, her expression hopeful as she cocked her head to one side, a few strands of her dark hair cascading from behind one ear where it had been tucked. Lena nodded and moved over towards her, Amélie lowering a leg to give the girl space on the broad sill to settle. The weight of my coin bag pulled my pants down halfway my legs. I saw Lucy smile when he moved round to ‘spot’ her. She had another massive orgasm and he came shooting a load and this time she directed it onto her chest covering her tits. “Fuck!” I gasp as her cock rails Brunette deep inside me. Something wraps around my neck again. Perhaps Logan’s reputation in the Academy really was exaggerated. At least I wouldn’t look out of place there; with or without the towel. He shrugged, “I guess because girls go to so much trouble girlfriend to hide them.” I lay still, completely unmoving, except for my cock which had a mind of its own. It is slipping and sliding up asian and down, with an increased focus on my clit. Unless Rick isn’t telling me something, about others, I had no plans on venturing out with others. I record as she slowly builds to a loud whimpering orgasm. “My past lovers thought I was very good at giving head. "Yeah, Solo that's it," Jerry patronized Rico, and then added the obviously-memorized line, "I knew I could make you cum. After about an hour of erotic driving and 3 orgasms later Alice pulled up to Brent’s apartment, grabbing her bag she walked up the pathway to be greeted by Brent at the door.