unzip it, she stopped and stood slowly. "I can't."
They moved apart.
Heart rate slowing, her face burning from embarrassment, Gwen hastily buttoned her pants back up.
"I really love Emma," Lydia said, almost apologetically. " I'm sorry."
"It's fine," she replied, refastening her buckle. "I didn't really think it through. I'm not sure what I expected to happen."
Lydia looked her up and down, biting her lip hard. "It's really hard to say no to you."
They walk ed back out of the woods in silence.
Approaching the house, Lydia stopped on the porch. "I'll get that book and call you. I think it's important."
Disappointed and still burning with arousal, Gwen just nodded and left for her car parked two blocks away.
Sitting at the wheel, she fought a strangely powerful urge to retrieve the locket, return to that house, and make Lydia give her what she wanted.
She laid her forehead against the chilly steering wheel, unhappily torn. She wanted to do what she knew was right, but thinking about doing the wrong thing made her incredibly turned on. She curled her toes as wetness began seeping into her underwear, squirming in an attempt to escape the powerfully erotic notion that she could take anything she wanted.
When she began shaking while driving home, it became obvious she had to do something.
Retrieving the locket from its hiding place, she returned to her car, driving at random down increasingly unfamiliar streets. Pressing her legs together to resist her growing urges, she tried to come up with some place she could go or something she could do that might release the tension.
This would be the last time using the locket, she promised herself. She just had to make it until Lydia got that book and they figured out some way to destroy it…
She found herself pulling into, of all places, a supermarket.
Walking along the back of the store, she peered down each aisle, seeking something that might satisfy her fix. Random men and women populated the rows, but none suited her - until she came upon the beer aisle, where a young redhead stood, contemplating which brand to buy.
Gwen approached her on the sly, checking her out. The girl had to be just about legal drinking age. Her skin looked very soft, and her cleavage - framed by a tight green shirt - was immediately eye-catching. She had a delicate chin and high cheekbones, and Gwen immediately imagined the girl's face between her legs.
There was no more fighting her urges. She gripped the locket in her left jacket pocket and approached the girl. "Hey."
The redhead turned around with a smile, but her face immediately went blank as she fell into a trance.
Looking up and down the aisle to ensure a moment's privacy, Gwen leaned in close and whispered. "When you come out of this trance, I want you to lick me to orgasm." Heart pounding, she let go of the locket, too desperate to ask any further questions.
The girl blinked. Her gr een eyes matched her shirt, and those eyes expressed a slight confusion.
Gwen took her by the shoulders, laid her down on the floor, unzipped and dropped her own pants quickly - and sat on her face.
Whatever the girl had been thinking a moment ago, it was gone now, replaced by her orders. She brought her tongue out without hesitation, pressing it against her steaming sex.
Sighing with long-awaited satisfaction, Gwen gripped red hair between her fingers, urging the girl into licking her.
Her inexperienced tongue went to work, parting lips and lapping randomly.
"Focus on my clit," Gwen said softly, chest heaving with increasing pleasure.
The girl nodded, focusing her efforts.
Gwen watched the moist tongue flattened against her, parting her labia and pressuring her clit. As aroused as she'd already been, her juices quickly spread around the girl's mouth. It felt incredible…
A gasp sounded at the end of the aisle, and she saw some old woman turn and almost run from the aisle. Two college-age guys stood at the other end of the row,
They moved apart.
Heart rate slowing, her face burning from embarrassment, Gwen hastily buttoned her pants back up.
"I really love Emma," Lydia said, almost apologetically. " I'm sorry."
"It's fine," she replied, refastening her buckle. "I didn't really think it through. I'm not sure what I expected to happen."
Lydia looked her up and down, biting her lip hard. "It's really hard to say no to you."
They walk ed back out of the woods in silence.
Approaching the house, Lydia stopped on the porch. "I'll get that book and call you. I think it's important."
Disappointed and still burning with arousal, Gwen just nodded and left for her car parked two blocks away.
Sitting at the wheel, she fought a strangely powerful urge to retrieve the locket, return to that house, and make Lydia give her what she wanted.
She laid her forehead against the chilly steering wheel, unhappily torn. She wanted to do what she knew was right, but thinking about doing the wrong thing made her incredibly turned on. She curled her toes as wetness began seeping into her underwear, squirming in an attempt to escape the powerfully erotic notion that she could take anything she wanted.
When she began shaking while driving home, it became obvious she had to do something.
Retrieving the locket from its hiding place, she returned to her car, driving at random down increasingly unfamiliar streets. Pressing her legs together to resist her growing urges, she tried to come up with some place she could go or something she could do that might release the tension.
This would be the last time using the locket, she promised herself. She just had to make it until Lydia got that book and they figured out some way to destroy it…
She found herself pulling into, of all places, a supermarket.
Walking along the back of the store, she peered down each aisle, seeking something that might satisfy her fix. Random men and women populated the rows, but none suited her - until she came upon the beer aisle, where a young redhead stood, contemplating which brand to buy.
Gwen approached her on the sly, checking her out. The girl had to be just about legal drinking age. Her skin looked very soft, and her cleavage - framed by a tight green shirt - was immediately eye-catching. She had a delicate chin and high cheekbones, and Gwen immediately imagined the girl's face between her legs.
There was no more fighting her urges. She gripped the locket in her left jacket pocket and approached the girl. "Hey."
The redhead turned around with a smile, but her face immediately went blank as she fell into a trance.
Looking up and down the aisle to ensure a moment's privacy, Gwen leaned in close and whispered. "When you come out of this trance, I want you to lick me to orgasm." Heart pounding, she let go of the locket, too desperate to ask any further questions.
The girl blinked. Her gr een eyes matched her shirt, and those eyes expressed a slight confusion.
Gwen took her by the shoulders, laid her down on the floor, unzipped and dropped her own pants quickly - and sat on her face.
Whatever the girl had been thinking a moment ago, it was gone now, replaced by her orders. She brought her tongue out without hesitation, pressing it against her steaming sex.
Sighing with long-awaited satisfaction, Gwen gripped red hair between her fingers, urging the girl into licking her.
Her inexperienced tongue went to work, parting lips and lapping randomly.
"Focus on my clit," Gwen said softly, chest heaving with increasing pleasure.
The girl nodded, focusing her efforts.
Gwen watched the moist tongue flattened against her, parting her labia and pressuring her clit. As aroused as she'd already been, her juices quickly spread around the girl's mouth. It felt incredible…
A gasp sounded at the end of the aisle, and she saw some old woman turn and almost run from the aisle. Two college-age guys stood at the other end of the row,
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