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base of her skirt and started to haul up, raising the curtain of fabric to expose her panties. The same hand began to sneak under the front, stealthily entering and then letting a fingertip brush her clitoris. She was already damp with desire, the flames of a long-forsaken libido suddenly erupting into volcanic fervour.
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    The finger began to circle and tickle, caressing the tender bud. Kira almost swooned from rapture, her body breaking into a cavorting fit, the woman staying atop her body as though it were a bucking bronco ride.
    Manipulating her loins, her legs held wide by the demanding boots of the stranger, pinned down and subjected to a passionate kiss, Kira surrendered herself in full, melting with prurient desire.
    The hands left their captives and the woman sat up, arching her back, her breasts straining against the taut fabric, making Kira’s eyes burn with wonderment.
    ‘Who… who are you?’ she whispered, licking her lips, the taste of another person’s saliva strong upon her palette.
    ‘No more than a figment of your imagination, Kira,’
    she purred, her voice silken, an enticing delicate sound with a hidden core of darkness to it.
    The hands of the woman closed into the front of her shirt. There was a brief pause where her eyes met Kira’s and kept a momentary exchange, then with a wrench she tore it open, sending the small buttons dancing across the bed. Reaching back in, she took the folds of her bra and broke the centre, allowing her to peel back the soft satin fabric and expose Kira’s breasts in full.
    ‘A luscious sight indeed, but not quite ripe,’ she uttered, almost to herself, yet with her stark gaze fixed to her subject. ‘Not yet, but soon.’
    Abashed worry crept into Kira’s mind and she moved to try and cover herself, unused to being put on display for others. But the hands of the woman flashed out and captured her wrists once more, stopping her in her task.
    Kira’s breath froze, afraid that this encounter was to become a violent one, but the woman merely grinned 18

    her wicked grin and transferred Kira’s hands to her own rubber coated mounds.
    Kira felt the smooth fabric pass beneath her palms, the woman moving Kira’s hands in circles across the delicious assets. It felt wonderful; it was a vision of awe that had her devoting herself to more substantial play, to indulge this encounter to its fullest extent. Dream or not, a charm had been laid upon her and she was helpless to resist.
    The woman let Kira feel her hardening nipples lurking within the basque, and then slowly drew the young hands down her sides, following her contours until they cleared her hips. The latex gave way to soft flesh, the skin cool, almost cold to the touch. It enforced that this was a dream, for no normal person had such a body temperature.
    Kira felt the firm buttocks, squeezing the skin, her own loins moist with complete intoxication.
    ‘That’s it, go on,’ crooned the woman, as though Kira were a student who had finally succeeded in learning an elusive lesson.
    The woman released Kira, letting her continue as she wished, running a hand around and across the latex of her stomach, holding to a breast as she sought to fill her senses with the physique of the stranger.
    Her enigmatic partner leaned back, presenting an open plate for Kira’s hands to dine upon, her taloned hands peeling back the obstructing cloth of her underwear.
    Letting one set of fingers explore Kira and tickle her clitoris, the other captured a sheen of moisture and used it to steal entry into her rear. A finger kissed the puckered opening and started to slither in, causing Kira to gasp at the alien sensation, the woman probing in and out, circling as Kira sobbed with rapture. The steady 19

    stimulation of rear and sex had Kira throwing her head from side to side, striving to endure such intensity while also seeking to try and keep her eyes on the portrait of beauty before her. She was determined not to miss a second of it,