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Tory and Sam making out on Sam’s bed, the curtains are fluttering in the light breeze but offering no respite from the biting summer California heat even at eleven o’clock at night.
Tory’s on her back, sucking a nipple into her mouth and moaning as Sam gasps and thrusts against her. Tory can smell how wet she is but doesn’t say anything this time because Sam will probably push her away and hide in the wardrobe for two hours again.
Instead she shifts marginally so her thigh presses against Sam’s core until she’s leaking against her skin. Tory tenses marginally and Sam grinds openly, panting wetly against her neck and trying to find a rhythm.
“That’s my pretty girl.”
Sam cries out as she floods against Tory’s leg.
“So perfect on top of me, rubbing your gorgeous pussy on me, letting me make you cum.”
Sam writhes against her harder, mumbling incoherently against her throat.
“Let go, beautiful. I’ve got you.”
Sam winds her arms around Tory’s waist and fucks her thigh so enthusiastically all she can do is lie back and enjoy the show.
Her breasts bounce gently as she powers through her orgasm, her unruly hair plastered to her forehead. A delicious red flush colours her face, neck and chest.
Her sweat drips onto Tory’s cheeks as she chases a second orgasm, her mouth silently praising Tory, her eyes rolled back as she loses her momentum when she cums again.
She’s ran out of steam as she quivers over Tory so Tory gently guides Sam onto her back, pulls her panties to the side and barely glances her thumb against Sam’s rock hard clit. Sam whines loudly as she grips the soft cotton sheet and rocks her hips against Tory’s thumb.
A car crunches over the gravel and headlights sweep across the room, briefly dimming the moonlight bathing the room.
“You look perfect in the moonlight.”
Sam cums again, her groans echoing through the open window.
Her parent’s voices cut through the silence that follows so Tory covers Sam’s throbbing sex over and guides her quivering legs to lie flat.
Tory continues to whisper praises upon her girlfriend whilst she gently hums through her pleasure, her soft hips occasionally thrusting into the air.
They fall asleep with Sam in Tory’s arms and miss the whispered “love you” as Daniel retreats out the door to leave Amanda to tenderly place an Egyptian cotton sheet over them and draw the curtains so the early rise of the sun doesn’t wake them.
Tory sleeps deepest when she’s here in the heart of the Larusso home and somewhere deep in her slumber she melts at the kind brush of a hand against her hair and the briefest flutter of a kiss against her cheek before Amanda leaves them to sleep soundly for the night.