There was a monster inside of her, she was sure, and she let it take control. She unbuttoned Gretchen’s farm dress while the object of her unending lust gazed up into the evening sky, an orange haze brushed purple.
Under her dress, Gretchen wore the same white cotton shift all the other girls wore, but on her it seemed wildly fetching. Leili grasped the top and pulled it down, exposing the girl’s breasts to the cooling air of the night soon to come.
Leili had seen breasts before, but the sight had never made her feel quite so giddy and gleeful. A thick pulse throbbed between her legs every time Gretchen breathed in and those firm young breasts rose like pale mountains. Their peaks glowed pink against the setting sun, and when they drew into buds Leili could no longer resist their insistent call. She leaned down to Gretchen’s chest and took one nipple in her mouth like a suckling babe.
Gretchen cooed, an impatient dove tearing off Leili’s headscarf to run those wonderful fingers through her golden hair. Leili sucked harder, pressing her whole mouth against the fullness of Gretchen’s breast, shaking her head until her hair fell forward to graze and bounce against Gretchen’s bare flesh.
“The taste of your skin,” Leili whispered. “Oh, I can hardly describe its sweetness.”
Pressing Gretchen’s breasts together, she licked the cleave, moving back and forth between two nipples puckered like pebbles.
“Love,” Gretchen gasped, pushing her breasts against Leili’s mouth, insisting. “My love, you mustn’t ever speak of this. You mustn’t tell anyone.”
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