No One Can Please A Woman Like Another Woman

A friend of mine came over the other night to cry on my shoulder about her recent breakup with her boyfriend. I never liked him, I always thought he was an asshole that would break her heart and I was right, he did. We more than a few bottles of wine and she was telling me all these things he did, running around with other girls all the time and lying about it, she finally followed him one night and took pics and he didn’t like being confronted and left, total jerk.

She was saying she shouldn’t even bother with men, that women were so much better and kinder and better in bed. She had never told me she’d been involved with another woman before and the wine was making her a bit more free with the confessions than she’d planned I assumed. She then leaned over and kissed me, and I wasn’t expecting that, but I was half drunk as well, and it was honestly hot and I didn’t stop her and soon we were making out passionately right there on my sofa, half undressed and both of our pussies wet and needing some attention. So that’s what we gave them.

She said it had been years since she’d gone down on a woman and would I let her? I nodded and removed the rest of my clothes and soon she was kneeling on the floor in front of me and pulling my legs over her shoulders and licking my pussy and driving me wild like no man ever had, she was certainly skilled at going down. I was so wet, just dripping and moaning so loudly as she licked and sucked at my stiffened clit, I was going wild, and soon came all over her face and was breathless at her having done this, and so unexpectedly. I think we will be getting together again this week, I shall buy some more wine.

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