He smiles. "Turn around."You turn around, and see that he’s already stripped to his underwear. You start to blush, but he just grabs your hand and t...gs you along. He lays you down on the bed, then slowly climbs on top of you. His muscles are so firm under his skin; this must be what it's like to be with a god."You're so beautiful," he whispers, his lips just barely touching your ear.His lips touch yours, and you let out a quiet moan of pleasure. He gently parts your lips with his tongue, and. I follow as you head towards the door. Just before we cross the threshold, you stop, put down the bag and pull me into your embrace. Again you say “Trust me” and I nod. “Good”. “Close your eyes”. I feel a silky scrap of material cover my eyes and your hands behind my head as you tighten it. “Don’t be afraid, just enjoy” you whisper. Again, I nod. You take my hand and lead me inside and I hear the door click shut and lock. I can feel the warmth of the room. Hear. Dee Dee walked over to the bed and knelt down on the edge of it in front of Ebony. Ebony lowered her head, and the two girls embraced each other, as their lips met, and their tongues found each other. As the girls expressed their passion for each other, both opened their eyes. Ebony's dark brown eyes met Dee Dee's bright blue eyes. No words were spoken, and none needed to be. After far too long, Ebony found herself in the embrace of a lover who completely accepted her, and treated her as. “I like that you like it,” he said. “I like it, too.”She looked at him shyly. “Good girls don't like doing it. Only bad girls like it.” She looked at him, even more ashamed. “I'm a bad girl; I'm sorry.”He snorted a laugh. “I'm not. Most good girls are stuck up, cunty bitches! I'm sure you agree.”She laughed. “I don't usually agree with using that word, but it fits, so yes, I agree.”“I like bad girls, good girls, even some down right bitches. I don't really respect them, but I like 'em well.