Her girlfriend's protestations then inevitable climax were like music to her ears. The slim blond's beautiful body was the musical instrument that Sana couldn't resist playing with.<br/><br/>She giggled after the second orgasm.<em>Now that was a big O</em>, Sana thought. Flipping her hair back out of her eyes, she looked up to Mayson and grinned devilishly.<strong>"I fucking love you too you sexy little bitch."</strong>Sana licked her lips and crawled up along the still trembling woman. She hovered over top of her and kissed her neck gently until she came to her lips. Here she just lingered, and let her lips rub along Mayson's. Then her head bobbed down to kiss on her neck again. One kiss,<strong>"I love you,"</strong>two kisses,<strong>"I love you,"</strong>three kisses,<strong>"I love you."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"When you're ready for round two, let me know."</strong>Sana's lips were curled into a permanent smile as she kept kissing all over the slim neck.<br/><br/>As she waited for Mayson to regain her composure and collect her breath Sana's hand was caressing along the curves of Mayson's body. Her fingers danced in appreciation of her curves, lightly playing along dips and smooth edges, fingertips finding sensitive places and caressing them sensuously. She wished she could paint, she'd dedicate years of her life to painting this form, she wished she could write poetry, or sculpt, or anything artistic. Mayson was the type of woman that artists dreamed of. A perfect muse of creative inspiration, all beauty and sensuality.