August 2022

By Gianni Shamari

The music, the aroma of fresh nourishment, and the laughter of children synchronizes with the confused conversational voices at an upscale super-regional open-air shopping mall in Jacksonville, Florida called St. John Town Center. As the shoppers go about shopping, the ambiance inside Entice Spa is quiet and more intimate.

Raven-haired Samantha’s firm 36F titties drags across Monica’s back as she gives her a sensual massage. The exquisite touch of Samantha’s erect nipples sends a bolt of erotic electricity surging through Monica’s slim body and across her moist tanned skin. Samantha pours more oil on Monica’s back and rubs from her neck to the small of her back. Then she meticulously massages her neck, back, ass cheeks, and the back of her legs and feet.

“How are you feeling, bae?” Samantha asks.

“I’m in paradise. It feels so good, baby.” Monica says in a husky tone. “Please, keep doing that! I love the way you touch my skin. You make me feel so good. Nothing beats jet lag like a day at the spa.”

“You know, I only offer my favorite client and lover the best treatment.” Samantha tells her. “I only get naked for you.”

 Samantha pauses and flips Monica over on her back. Warm oil sprinkles all over Monica’s upper body and Samantha begins massaging her small tits. She takes her time properly massaging her boobs and lightly pinching her erect nipples.

“It turns me on when your nipples are hard like harpoons, Predator!” Samantha exclaims. “Oh, they look so hot too. I want to bite them.”

“They’re all yours, Barbie doll. If you keep doing whatever is being done, I’m going to be in my Predator mode, love.” Monica apprises her.

“Yeah.” Samantha replies, smilingly. “I know how to bring the Predator out of you.”

 Samantha moves her hands over Monica’s taut tummy to her pussy, and resumes massaging. The latter sighs in the arousal that swerves up her vitals. Samantha treacherously slips a couple of fingers into her lover’s hole and finger-fucks her, teasing the clit.

“Yes, yes, yes, bring the Predator out of me.” Monica entices her in a warble. “Make me cum, baby.”

 The rapidity and simulation of Samantha’s fingers gets Monica wet to her depths. She can perceive the juices flowing and wetness oozing down over her vaganus. Monica emits a moan, turning her beautiful lover on. The invasion of her pleasure haven boosts up to more sexual release. Samantha fingers her own vagina for several minutes, drawing a wet line up to her throbbing clit.

“Yes, yes, yes, don’t stop!” Monica cries.

“Cum baby, cum.” Samantha encourages her.

Shortly, she grants her lover with an award of juices. Samantha stretches her wet pussy lips and flicks her tongue into Predator’s quivering pussy. Then her tongue laps on Monica’s cunt to locate the throbbing clit and she consumes her intimate cum till the last drop. Monica trembles from the hot ecstasy that overwhelms her skinny body as she covers her mouth and laughs. The aroma of her juice, potent as ever, lingers in the air.

“When we cum so hard, the abs do hurt.” Monica says with a laugh, rubbing her tummy. “Oh, my God!”

“You’re cute, but you’ll look cuter sucking on my titties.” Samantha tells her. “Suck the depression out of them, will you?”

Smiling, Monica takes one of her big supple boobs into her mouth and sucks it on. She is sucking so hard and lapping the nipple so avidly that Samantha trembles from her head to toe, biting her lip along. A pleasant expression steals over Samantha’s beautiful face as Monica pays attention to both the boobs, playfully grabbing them. Making a circle around each nipple with her tongue, she traces a wet line all over their massiveness, letting Samantha wallow in the effusing pleasure.

“Getting my titties sucked on is like…therapeutic.” Samantha purrs. “Oh, it is fantastic! If I could suck my own titties I would, no lies!”

Monica kisses her titties all over, and pushes them into the deep cleavage. Then, she slips her tongue out, and licks her there. The seductive pair of boobs wags when she shakes her head between them. Monica takes a mouthful of one nipple and holds it in suction. Her hand caresses the other nipple, occasionally pulling it. Samantha’s face flushes as her nipples are receiving so much attention. Monica hangs around Samantha’s boobs and sucks, kneads, nibbles at the vulnerable pair. Occasional flicks of her tongue set Samantha ablaze with pleasure. Her pussy is inflamed to the brim. She yells, for the utmost lust that escalates.

“Sit on my face, baby. I want the ultimate access to your pussy.” Monica says. “I can smell your sweet essence right now.”

Samantha clambers up on the treatment table and deliberately straddles Monica’s face. With her fingers, she parts her pussy lips open and lowers herself on her lover’s awaiting mouth. Monica pushes her tongue, moving it up into the irritable love canal and sipping the honeyed nectar that leaks. Plowing it deeper like the ultimate predator she is, Monica contents herself with Samantha’s appetizer juices. It takes Samantha no time to squirt all over Monica’s mouth.

“That’s right, baby! Eat me!” Samantha moans. “Fuck! I’m all yours! My pussy’s all yours! I fucking love your tongue in my pussy!”

Placing her hands on the table to brace herself, she lets Monica lick her to another bout of climax. A good, untiring cunnilingual venture again brings Samantha on the edge. She cums for the third time, within a matter of ten minutes or so, letting Monica swallow her delicious juices that have dribbled down her thighs.

“Yes, give me all your fuck juices, baby girl.” Monica yells. “Your exquisite taste is intoxicating… ALWAYS!”

Samantha, wanting to regain some lost vitality, lies atop Monica and they kiss passionately. The sound of their wet kisses serenades the erotic ambiance. Monica loves the feeling of Samantha’s boobs pressing against her chest as she stares at her heart-shaped face, and full smiling lips.

“Oh, my God, that was incredible!” Samantha says as she recovers her breath. “I’ve waited nearly eight hours for that. And it was worth it.”

“I know it was.” Monica agrees. “You know I’m here to make your day perfect.”

“I really hope you enjoyed your treatment, bae.” Samantha says. “Next time, I’ll give you a longer, deeper, and more intense massage.”

Monica smiles. “Come on, let’s take a warm and soothing shower, and then get something to eat.” She suggests. “We still have a few hours before the mall closes.”

“Agreed! You’re my final client for today and I’m officially off.”

After the shower, Samantha walks out of the room leaving Monica to get dressed. The latter puts on her cropped hoodie, ripped jeans and Air Max sneakers. Then she leaves the spa to wait outside for Samantha. Monica feels so rejuvenated as she waits for her lover. When Samantha finally comes out, she is daintily dressed in a black mesh top and ivory leggings. The outfit seems to enhances her full hourglass figure.

Monica and Samantha are walking hand in hand around the mall and checking out some of the lesbians who are following their example. Some look at them with longing lust, mistaking them for Ruby Rose and Christina Hendricks. One of those lesbians is a short, slim brunette with freckles on her nose. She is nearly awestruck by the sight of them.

“Oh, my God, I cannot believe it! I had no idea y’all were dating. Wow, Ruby and Christina! Y’all definitely are the hottest new celebrity couple.” She says.

Moments later, she takes a selfie with them before waving goodbye.

The serene ambience at the relaxed and polished restaurant called Maggiano’s Little Italy is the perfect place for them to satisfy their Italian cravings. They are sharing the Marco’s Meal for Two that consists of spaghetti & meatball.

 “This pasta is fabulous!” Monica remarks. “Mmm… love it!”

“The service here is absolutely terrific!” Samantha adds. “I love the atmosphere and the food. Marco’s Meal for Two is a wonderful deal! So worth it.”

“Yes, the take home deal is too good to pass up! We will be back.” Pausing for a while, Monica continues. “I don’t know why people keep thinking I’m Ruby Rose. I’m Monica, the Predator! Shit, that bitch looks like me. I’m older than Ruby Rose.”

“And much prettier.” Samantha adds with a smile.

 “I know. Thanks!” Monica says, laughingly. “It is so crazy. I don’t have any tattoos on my body and…”

Samantha interrupts her with a kiss. “Shut up and eat. You know you’re the hottest girl out here.”

They stop at a women’s clothing store that is seemingly deserted. Samantha browses the racks and finds some white club dresses, jeans, bodysuits and sheer mini-dresses. Then she heads for the fitting rooms that are down a hallway. She slips inside the fitting room at the far end, strips out of her black mesh top and ivory leggings, heedlessly hangs them up, and finally stares at her reflection  in the small wall-mounted mirror. She blushes at the sight of her flawless curvy body, then takes the white club dress of the hanger, and tries it on. The dress fits snugly on her supple luscious figure. Her big round boobs stand out, showing the impression of hard nipples massive nipples and gorgeous booty. Opening the door, she steps out.

Monica is standing right there smiling. “Wow… mouth-watering! That dress clings to every juicy curve of your figure. Get it!”

“Thanks! I love how it looks on me. Let me try on the other outfits!”

For the next several minutes, Samantha poses in all the outfits for Monica and gets a flying kiss on every look. She loves how all the dresses complement with Monica’s fair, glowing, and toned skin. The gold sheer mini-dress Samantha tries on happens to be her best favorite. It is not hard to tell why Monica is enamored of her voluptuous lover.

“You are always that yummy whole snack.” Monica flirts.

Samantha laughs. “Sounds like the Predator is unleashed again. You want to eat my pussy, don’t you?”

“You know me well, pretty eyes. I love eating your pussy… like it calms my nerves.” Monica acknowledges, licking her own lips.

“There is nothing better than being with someone who wants to eat you out constantly.” Samantha chants, lowering her voice in a husky note.

While no one is looking, she grabs Monica by her hand and leads her into the dressing room along. Then she pushes Monica against the wall and kisses her.

“I love you so much.” Monica murmurs.

“Sit down and let me strip for you.” Samantha tells her.

With a sultry smile on her face, Monica sits on the bench. Samantha begins gyrating while stripping out of the mini-dress. When she is down to her bra and panties, Samantha turns around, bends over and salaciously wiggles her ass in Monica’s face. That is all it takes for Monica to be really back in her Predator mode. She plants soft kisses on Samantha’s humongous ass, before she slowly peels off her panties. Without uttering anything, she shoves her face into Samantha’s ass. Samantha gasps and moans from delight. The pleasure emanating from the vulnerable ass crack being licked has Samantha’s vitals shaking. She bites her lip as Monica licks her asshole with measured lingual strokes.

“Oh yeah… eat… my… ass… mmm…” Samantha chants, squeezing her own tits. “Give my ass a good cleaning, bae.”

“You know how much I love eating your bubble butt.” Monica declares. “It turns us on… right away!”

Monica pushes her ass cheeks open for better access, rimming her dark reddish hole, and continues licking up and down her ass crack reveling in the smell and taste of Samantha’s hot ass.

“Yes, Monica! Fuck, yesss… I knew you… you wanted this as much as I do! Yeah, lick my fucking ass.”

“I cannot get enough of your ass.” Monica reflects ecstatically, penetrating and lapping Samantha’s ass up.

Monica continues her assault, in frenzied manner, licking avidly every inch of her butt crack. Samantha grunts and moans passionately. Soon, she can perceive Samantha’s husky yells and tautness of the forbidden o-ring around her tongue as if the latter is ready to get off any minute. Monica makes another invasion, slobbering that small puckering hole. Samantha squeals, overcome by the pleasure shaking her body all over.

“Get it in there, Predator! That is so fucking good. You know I love it, baby.”

“I’m gonna eat your ass until you fucking cum.” Monica promises.

Her face glues firmly with that pillowy ass, tonguing and tasting Samantha’s tart butt-hole. The wet slimy feel of tongue has her asshole into spasmodic clenches, shaking her over and over again. She yelps, letting the pleasure surge over to her clit and nipples.

“I am so lucky to have you as my lover.” Samantha murmurs. “You are my fucking ass-eater. Mmm… Yesss! Keep that hot tongue up my ass! Eat my fucking ass out! Oh, you are so, so bad…”

Monica devours her asshole like a sex-craved savage. She keeps licking, sucking, kissing, and poking Samantha who bounces and twerks her ass against former’s face. At last, a very intense orgasm seizes every nerve and sensation within her. It incites Monica to go through her climax as well. Her juices drip out as she licks up Samantha’s love secretion.

Samantha turns around and smiles at her lover. Grabbing Monica’s head, she pushed it between her open thighs. Monica clutches at her supple wide hips, almost digging into Samantha’s skin with her nails. Samantha lets out a moan, an unquestionable sign of building pleasure, as she reclines against the wall and lifts her right leg to rest her foot on the bench. Monica sucks her wet pussy lips, slurping up to her engorged clit and sucking it hard. Aiding with her penetration of two fingers, she sucks and fucks Samantha’s pussy with no intention to stop. Samantha’s huge tits rise and fall and she yells, heaving and laughing and trilling to the pleasure that fills her up in no time at all. Holding Monica’s head in a firm grip, she bucks her hips, letting her open quivering pussy lips squash against that invading nose and mouth. She cums, shaking and screaming for her carnal release, and letting Monica avidly swallow the most delicious bonne bouche. Monica licks her clean of the dainty secretion, and beams at her as she stands up. Then they share a passionate French kiss. Samantha takes Monica’s full lips, savoring her own intimate taste on them.

“That’s the best taste, my love! It’s you… always!” Monica says in a gentle, endearing tone.

“I know my taste is unparalleled.” Samantha replies, giggling.

“I knew you’d love me just as much as I do. Let’s get dressed and pay for these clothes, shall we?” Monica reminds her.

She occupies the bench, ogling at her significant other who gets dressed. Noticing the unlooked-for thong lying on the floor, which Samantha has forgotten, she picks it up and inhales the lingering aroma of the woman she has just pleasured. Without uttering a word, she smiles, securing it into her jeans’ pocket.

After paying for the dresses, they leave the store and wander out to be at home, and resume their carnal venture that began at the mall.