Becca was still breathing in ragged, shuddering gasps but the feel of Fanya against her was soothing and comforting. Each gentle kiss against the sensitive skin of her neck made Becca quiver. To hear Fanya say her name so sweetly while she gently stroked over her skin with those baby soft hands almost drove Becca instantly mad. Wrapped in the warm cocoon of Fanya's oddly warm body with its perfect mix of firm and soft, Becca never wanted to move again. She did, however, not want to waste what might be her only opportunity to explore Miss Fanya LaRae. She had many questions, and she could have asked them, but she thought it would be much more fun to simply explore on her own.<br/><br/>To that end, she slowly twisted in Fanya's arms, bringing them face to face. With no reservations, she kissed the woman again, blushing at the taste of herself on the other's lips. This time she did not hold back. Inhibitions and modesty were forgotten under the spell of Fanya's lips. Becca's hands were not idle, slipping against red skin to feel that perfect body. While she was desperate to return the pleasure Fanya had given, she forced herself to take things slowly and not go straight for the areas that she most wanted. Fingers caressed the elegant column of Fanya's neck, moving up to stroke her hair while the other slid along her outer thigh. She could not resist taking a firm, if brief, grip on Fanya's firm backside. Becca had been teased all day long by that firm bottom and she practically purred in delight to finally get to touch it.<br/><br/>There was just so much that she wanted to do, to see, to taste that she was quickly sorting the list in her head and discarding all the things that were not the most pressing. With great reluctance she broke the kiss and simply took a moment to stare into Fanya's gorgeous eyes in an attempt to decipher her thoughts. Gently her hand tugged on Fanya's hair just enough to tilt her head and allow Becca access to the slender column of her neck where she nibbled and licked the tender flesh. If anything the taste was more arousing than the scent which seemed simultaneously logical and impossible. Fanya was a mystery that was just begging to be explored and Becca's curiosity and lust would allow for nothing less. The hand slid down to find one of Fanya's perky breasts and lightly squeeze. Her mouth kissed down finding and latching onto the other breast.<br/><br/>Briefly Becca was concerned that she was just mirroring what Fanya had done to her but she could not be concerned by such things for long. Besides, there were subtle differences. Where Fanya was smooth and confident Becca was tentative despite her obvious lust. It did not matter, she was determined to keep going and the hand that was gently kneading Fanya's delectable ass slipped around to cup her mound and tease the very wet slit she found. She just moaned against Fanya's chest, almost overwhelmed by the red woman even though she was getting free reign to do what she wished. Simply having access to this perfect female body was arousing in a way that she had not imagined and she wondered if she could orgasm again simply from touching Fanya. It seemed very possible.<br/><br/>Finally, Becca relinquished her suckling of Fanya's breast and kissed down to her goal. The sight of it was breathtaking and Becca's heart raced. The scent and the heat coming from Fanya's sex was wonderful and before Becca could stop herself, her hands had pushed Fanya's knees to the bed taking care to not make her uncomfortable and then she settled between those widely spread thighs and lick from bottom to top, swirling her tongue around that little nub. Her eyes simply drifted closed and she moaned in pure bliss. It tasted every bit as good as she imagined it would and soon her tongue was back touching it with long slow licks and cautious forays between those slick red folds.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>