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Morgan quirked an eyebrow at her.

“Miss Marchand, I have been wanting to absolutely consume you for several days now.”

Holy fuck!

“You have?” Chloë asked.

Morgan nodded, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth. She began absentmindedly circling one of Chloë’s nipples.

“I may…I may need a little guidance from you, though,” she said. “I’ve been touched as a woman plenty of times, of course, but I’ve never touched another woman like that.”

“Ooh,” Chloë purred, liking where her mind was going. “So now I get to be the teacher?”

Morgan smirked.

“I guess that’s what I’m saying,” she concurred.

“Well, you’re off to a good start,” Chloë said, watching Morgan’s beautifully tapered middle finger circle her hard nipple.

“God, your breasts are amazing!” Morgan whispered, making even more heat bloom between Chloë’s legs. She was about to remark on the amazingness of Morgan’s breasts but got distracted when Morgan’s lips were suddenly on her nipple, pulling gently on it as her tongue played across the sensitive tip.

“Yes…”

The same attention was paid to Chloë’s other nipple but this time, Morgan added gentle bites.

“Harder, please,” Chloë croaked and then groaned as Morgan obliged, bringing just the right amount of pain to the pleasure.

I can’t believe this is happening!

“Your shoes are still on,” Morgan said after releasing the nipple.

“Take them off for me,” Chloë instructed. She held up one of her legs and then marveled at the sight of a completely nude Morgan Banks unstrapping her shoe and sliding it off her foot. Once her foot was bare, Morgan then cradled the foot gently in her hands and kissed the tops of Chloë’s toes and then ran her tongue over Chloë’s ankle bone and Chloë wondered if it was possible for a woman to make her come just by doing that.

Soon the second shoe was removed and Morgan said, “I have a confession to make.”

“Oh?” Chloë asked shakily, so aroused now that it was hard to get even that one word out.

Morgan nodded.

“I have actually often thought about kissing my way up women’s legs.”

“Really?”

Morgan slowly slid her hand up Chloë’s left leg, stopping at her thigh, the heat from Morgan’s hand almost bringing tears to Chloë’s eyes because it was so close to her pussy.

“Really,” Morgan confirmed. “I’ve never told anyone that. But women’s legs are just so sexy, don’t you think?”

“Well, I am a lesbian, so, yeah…”

Morgan laughed.

“Good point. But for me, a supposedly straight woman, it always puzzled me why every time I would see an attractive woman in a short enough dress that I’d immediately think of what it would be like to start at her foot…” And here, Morgan planted a kiss on Chloë’s left foot. “…and then work my way up…” Another kiss landed on Chloë’s ankle. “…and just keep going.”

“Oh my god,” Chloë whimpered, because Morgan did just keep going: from the ankle to her calf; from her calf to the back of her knee, where she lingered a bit teasing the soft flesh with her tongue; from the back of her knee to her inner thigh.

Instinctively, Chloë opened her legs wider, watching Morgan slowly kiss her way up towards the top of her leg.

“I have another confession to make,” Morgan murmured.