With Marshall away on business, Savannah runs rampant with her webcam escapes in an effort to stave off her lust. Suited up as her geeky alter-ego, Colby, Savannah has a very unexpected run-in with an offline acquaintance whose charms are very persuasive. As things heat up online, Savannah finds herself more tempted than ever to explore her interest in a real life meeting.
Read on for a small taste of this Steamy Erotic Romance:
Bailey took a deep breath. It was easy to see that she was pretty nervous about the whole setup. Savannah couldn’t blame her. This was the first time that Bailey was getting in touch with her actual sexual desires. She decided to be as nice and warm as possible, as she couldn’t imagine herself how hard it must be to be in Bailey’s situation. The girl was tongue-tied, and Savannah decided to step in.
“Would you like me to take off my bra?” Savannah asked.
“OK,” Bailey said in a tiny voice. It made Savannah’s heart break to hear her be so timid.
Savannah reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. As Bailey’s eyes widened, Savannah let the garment fall away slowly, not wanting to overwhelm the newbie. Bailey let out a big breath of air as Savannah’s tits were revealed. She was not the most top-heavy girl in the world. In fact, Savannah was pretty small-chested. But for a closeted lesbian who had never allowed herself this kind of permission, Savannah figured that Bailey was bound to be pretty excited.
The tension in the air between the two girls turned Savannah on immediately. Her nipples became hard in a snap, standing on edge in the centers of her firm, perky breasts. Bailey let out a little moan on the other side of the screen.
“You’re beautiful,” Bailey breathed. Savannah smiled, feeling as though she was finally seeing the real Bailey for the first time. “Keep going. Please.”
Savannah was more than happy to oblige. She brought one hand to her mouth and gave her finger a soft, gentle lick. Bailey held her breath in anticipation as Savannah lowered the digit down toward her chest. Savannah traced the outline of her nipple with her wet fingertip, giving herself a volley of goose bumps. She brought both hands to her chest, cupping her tits in her warm palms. As Bailey watched, slack-jawed, Savannah rubbed and kneaded her breasts, playing with her nipples as she worked the soft mounds of flesh.
She pinched and tweaked herself, making her pussy wet in the process.
“Bailey,” Savannah moaned softly, “I love that you’re here watching me. I’m getting wet just thinking about it.”
“You are?” Bailey asked breathlessly.
“Yeah,” Savannah said, giving her nipples a hard pinch, “Are you?”
