The Book of Lucia, Chapter VIII - A Chaste Rain

[lyannapelon]

Even the beads of sweat starting to glisten upon the body of the Frenchwoman were having trouble finding room between their ample bosoms as the pair kept up the pressure, Natasha's heart rate quickening along with the fervor of their grinding. This wasn't enough however, not nearly enough for either of them she knew without a doubt, but before she could act upon an idea of her own she spotted an inviting grin on the blonde's lips. The sight of it breathed yet more air into the fire that was the desire burning within her breast. She had thought to delay their first kiss, keep it as a carrot on a stick Chastity would have to chase for a while, but that grin had her changing her mind.

Natasha relented and leaned in quickly to taste those lips but just as their lips were about to meet Chastity played her trap and Natasha, who could barely utter a surprised "Hey!" in response, was dragged through the air and slammed down onto her back! Of course mud splattered all over the both of them, their relatively clean time in the fight having come to a swift end as muck now dotted Natasha's sides and soaked into her long blue mane. Chastity wouldn't come out unscathed by the mud but Natasha doubted the fake nun cared anything about that.

The muddy pit was just deep enough to cushion her landing without her then sinking down into its depths even with the extra weight of Chastity on top of her. Her grip around the nun's back had come apart during the slam but Natasha couldn't keep her hands off of her for more than an instant, reaching up to sink her muddy fingers into those bouncing tits above her both to grope to her heart's content and to stop the woman from changing up her mount on her too easily.

[BlackAkuma]

Sister Chastity cherished the feel of their molding bodies as she and Natasha tumbled into the mud, craving perfect symmetry. That's why she had proposed a mud wrestling match between them, when they could have easily found a sparring ring for something more formal. This was far more natural, more raw - two women, naked as the day they were born, rolling through the elements.

For the moment, she seemed to have the advantage in that regard, though Sister Chastity had to admit, she was a little sad she had to avoid a kiss in order to get that far. She would have the chance to lock lips with the woman again, she didn’t doubt it, but it was highly likely her next taste would be marred by mud. She doubted either of them were going to keep their mouths clean.

A regrettable, but necessary price to pay. And fair, if it meant getting her hands on so much of Natasha.

The two of them flopped into the mud, Sister Chastity taking the cherished top position, and she moved in to throw her body on the smaller woman - that was, because Natasha’s talented fingers found her breasts. The nun let out a pleased, heavenly sigh as the ground began, but she wasn’t about to be the only one giving out pleasure. Not to be undone, she reached over, gripped her opponent’s thigh, lifted her leg up and began to press their pussies together, creating an electric sensation between their most delicate parts.