The second kiss... the second kiss started it all. Becca felt herself lean back on the bed and in an instant Fanya was over her, on the prowl. A low throaty moan emanating from her throat. Then things became a wash of sensation and feeling. There was the scents, the impossibly smoothness of Fanya's skin against her own. It almost felt like baby smooth against her skin. All of a sudden Becca's dress was off of her, she didn't even realize when it was removed. Flesh and limbs began to envelope Becca. Fingertips, seemingly more than humanely possible to feel at once, traveled everywhere over her skin. Even though they both had the entire bed, to Becca she could only feel the warmth of Fanya's body and breath within what felt like a confined space. A confined space of their lust.<br/><br/>Their bodies pressed against each other, the flesh sliding past flesh. Fanya's breasts plied and kneaded against Becca's own, her taut nipples raking into her skin all with need and desire that was Fanya. Becca was relieved to feel that Fanya did sweat, but it was a ultra-thin sheen of moisture over her skin, which when mixed with Becca's skin, the moisture and wetness from their arousal made their surface slide easily about. Lips pushed against soft muscle, found purchase, then pulled and tugged on one another. Intertwining limbs are tangled creating an interlock of one sexual body, complete and whole.<br/><br/>Then the fingers came exploring. Becca felt them enter her, it was a gently caress at first that became a sudden needy and desirable invasion. The moans and whispers of need and want became their language. The taste of desire and ecstasy sweetened their tongues as they explored each others mouths. It started there, but then the confined space became less confined. Fanya moved down her throat, bites and licks following, over Becca's breasts as Fanya's tongue thrashed and tweaked at her nipples, her mouth covering over the softness of her breast, kneading Becca's flesh with her lips, her teeth coming together at the nipple before departing for her bellybutton. The almost ticklish sensation that Becca felt as Fanya's tongue played at her belly cause her to giggle, but then that was stifled when Fanya's mouth met her mound.<br/><br/>Every crevice and every valley, every fold and every nub was explored by Fanya's tongue. The soft warm flesh slithering into depths yet unexplored by Fanya, the lengths of licks feeling like they were adding up to miles of distance, never ending. The sounds of their hearts pounding in their ears was only matched by the sounds of their own slick flesh meeting together, Fanya's face began to glisten, amazingly enough no paint was smeared anywhere in her flesh. Fanya added her humming of her pleasure nub as another sound layered onto top of their heart pounding and their flesh shlicking.  All the while Becca's little black dress lay on the ground next to the bed,  the only current witness to their passion. Fanya's mind whirls in all that is her by nature. Lust, desire, need. She needed Becca. Needed her to cum. Wanted her to cum for her. Needed her body and mind to never forget this moment as it would be the only "first" time between them. Perhaps even the "last". And even the nature of her desire made her actions carnal, she cared deeply for Becca and for Jynx. She wanted those two happy together. She adored them both and knew, she would only be truly happy, if these two could have a happy ending. All that was wrapped up in their mass of flesh, each rut and thrust that was Fanya's was powerful and needful, full of desire and need to fill Becca completely, but at the same time gentle and caring from deep inside Fanya's heart.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>