Potential - S01 E301

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Potential - S01 E301

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 301

However, once it started, Rebecca wouldn't let it stop. Her hands went to Deana's ass, groping and pulling while her thigh pushed between Deana's legs. There was no doubt that behind the glare on the windshield, Evan's mouth was hanging open, and his dick was hard, but they were in front of Rebecca's house. Anyone passing by or a neighbor looking out their window could have seen them. After the fact, her lack of inhibition scared Deana. What would happen when they went back to school?

Once Rebecca dragged her inside, slammed the door, and pinned Deana to the wall, she said, "Fuck, I missed you."

Before Deana could respond, the tumbler's mouth was on hers, and a hand was down the front of her sweatpants. "Oooh, smooth. Did you do that for me?" Rebecca asked.

She smiled and put a foot up on the umbrella box, arched back, and shoved her crotch into Rebecca's hand. It clamped down, crushing two fingers between her pussy lips. "Ahhhh, Reb, fuck, I missed you, too.

Rebecca dragged her fingers back, coating the tips. The tumbler was the only person who could set her on fire and soak her panties in less than a minute. Deana's head thumped against the wall when Rebecca circled and flicked her clit. "Ah, shit, mmm-hmm, baby, oh baby, I'm gonna-"

"No you're not, not like this," Rebecca said and pulled her hand free.

"No, walt," she whined and grabbed Rebecca's wrist, but Rebecca pressed her forehead to Deana's and stared into her eyes. The wet fingers slipped between their lips. Deana sucked the middle finger while Rebecca sucked the other. They worked down to the webbing between the two digits, and the tips of their tongues joined.

"I've been looking forward to this for too long," Rebecca said. "Come on; I'm gonna make you cum so hard...

The tumbler's yank caused Deana to stumble forward and scramble to keep up. She sensed her guilty conscience was warranted. Rebecca hadn't just missed her.

When they reached her room, Rebecca faced Deana, grabbed her neck, squeezed, then pulled Deana into a kiss that instantly turned the heat between her legs back to a three-alarm fire. She lifted her thigh to Rebecca's hip and humped like a frustrated puppy.

"Easy, tiger," Rebecca said and stepped back. "I love looking at you when you're horny. The only thing more beautiful is when I'm getting you off."

"Then make me more beautiful, please!"

Rebecca grinned. "Don't rush me."

Deana was ready to knock Rebecca down and sit on her face, but if this was making Rebecca happy, it was the least she could do after everything she had done with Evan. "Whatever makes you happy, baby."

Rebecca went to her knees, looked up, and inched Deana's pants and panties past the knobs at the front of her hips. She kissed each bone and exposed a little more flesh. "God, it's sexy when you shave." She pressed her nose to the cushion of Deana's mound and inhaled. "Mm, fuck, you smell delicious."

God, Deana thought, fuckin' touch me, lick me, fuckin eat me already. The pants continued their painfully slow descent with Rebecca's kissing lips trailing behind. Deana expected her pussy to spontaneously burst, spraying her insides all over her girlfriend's head. Rebecca glanced up with her hands on Deana's ankles. That sex-dripping mouth curled up at the edges, and the tumbler shoved her. Deana squealed, arms flailing, and fell backward.

When Rebecca's grin peeked above the edge of the bed, Deana said, "You bitch, you scared the shit out of me."

"Sorry, I needed to get these off you."

Deana watched Rebecca at the end of her raised legs, inhaling deeply through the black panties before massaging her feet with the silky material. "Reb, you're killing me."

Rebecca nodded and kissed the arch of each foot. "Then prepare to die. She stood holding Deana's legs and shoved her body up the bed, then she removed her clothes and got on her knees between Deana's feet

She saw the mischievous expression, then the feather in Rebecca's hand. "Hey, what's that for?"

"Shh, just relax and let me worry about this. She sliced the air like Zorro and ran it up Deana's leg from the kneecap to her hip, paused, and scrawled loops across her bald mound. Deana's stomach sucked in, and she bit her lip as the puffy bulbs atop her tits screamed an angry pink. Rebecca zigzagged down the other thigh, circled the kneecap, and zipped up the inside of her leg.

"Fuuuck." Her toes curled, and her fists yanked the bedspread. "Shit, I'm gonna scream."

"Do it, scream your head off. Rebecca poked the end of the feather into the gap where Deana's cheeks pressed against the mattress, drew it up her inflamed labia, across her groin, and in circles around Deana's belly button. She tightened against the goosebumps racing down her trembling legs.

"Ahhhh, please, please, stop," she begged, knowing her girlfriend wouldn't, and she wouldn't make her. "I can't take anymore."

The tip of the feather followed the groove up the center of her stomach, slipped between her tits, and went around each engorged nipple three times. "I've been looking forward to this for two days, Rebecca said and tickled Deana's throat. She kicked and squirmed while the feather moved from her left ear, down her jaw, over her chin, and up to the other ear. The tumbler's wide smile told Deana her scream was precisely what her girlfriend wanted, but it didn't bring an end to the torturous pleasure.

Rebecca reversed direction, circling Deana's tits again and flicked across the silky crowns. 'I love the way they look when you're excited. Rebecca sat back on her folded legs and pointed the feather at Deana's crotch. "Ooh, that too. You're leaking. Yummy."

Deana pulled her knees up and threw them open. 'Stop teasing," she thrust her pelvis into the air, "and make me cum"

"That shouldn't be hard." Rebecca giggled, reached under Deana's body, and brought the feather back between her cheeks, over her puckered anus, and upward, following the moist joining of her swollen lips. "Get ready."

"Oh, I'm fuckin' ready," she said and shoved her hands into her lower back, bracing herself.

Rebecca put a finger in her mouth, sucked it seductively, and removed it glistening with spit. 'God, you're beautiful." She traced the drooling slit up and down, then used a thumb on each side to push the fleshy swells apart, exposing the fiery redness. A pitiful whimpering moan gurgled from Deana's throat when Rebecca blew a long, slow breath through the gash of blood enriched flesh. Deana's clit throbbed, bulging from its hood. She reached for it, but Rebecca knocked her hand away. "Not yet."