I'm all about that ass, I thought to myself as I put my gorgeous girlfriend Kendra Jones on all fours, and stuck my tongue between her thick, grade-A, marvellously round and heart-shaped butt cheeks. Blame that song by that new artist Meghan Trainor for turning me into a butt woman. I love the female ass and I make no apologies for it. Lesbian ass lovers do exist, and I, Samira Murat, am proud to say that I am most definitely one of them.
"Lick that ass," Kendra Jones purred as she sat on my face, and I hungrily licked that asshole of hers. Straight from the gym, without even showering, clad in blue shorts and a red tank top, Kendra looked absolutely stunning. I love it when she's all sweaty, with that tomboyish hotness that I find hard to resist. Tall, curvy and athletic, with dark brown skin and short hair, Kendra Jones is quite simply mesmerizing.
From the first time I laid eyes on this five-foot-eleven, stunning Jamaican-Canadian goddess in the Humber College letterman jacket while walking around the Eaton Center in downtown Toronto, I knew I had to have her. I've got a thing for black girls. There's a lot of gorgeous African gals at Ryerson University, where I study computer science.
Kendra Jones is Jamaican, originally from the City of Falmouth, Jamaica, and moved to Toronto to study criminal justice at Humber College. I for one find Jamaican girls quite sexy. They're quite a challenge since a lot of Jamaicans are kind of anti-gay, but if anything, it makes Jamaican pussy all the sweeter for adventurous dykes like me. Alright, I really, really like them Jamaican ladies.
No, it's not a fetish, I find them gorgeous and I respect them as individual human beings. As a brown woman myself, I know what it's like to be fetishized because of my ethnicity and I absolutely hate it. There's a fine line between admiring someone's good looks and fetishizing them, and in Canadian society, lots of people do that to people of color. I am honestly sick of it.
I was born in the City of Mississauga, Ontario, to an Albanian Muslim father, Ahmeti Murat, and a Sikh Indian mother, Adishvar Gagandeep. I was raised Muslim but consider myself a secular human being these days. My parents divorced over the issues of religion and cultural differences. There's a long history of conflict between Muslims and Sikhs, and the fact that my parents got together and stayed together for as long as they did ( long enough to have me ) is a small miracle.
"You taste wonderful," I paused to say, and Kendra giggled. I resumed eating her sweaty butt hole while fingering that wet, hairy pussy of hers. Kendra doesn't believe in shaving down below and that totally works for me. I don't feel compelled to adhere to the western world's standard of beauty. I am a natural woman myself, and I can't get enough of a natural woman's smell and taste, especially when the woman in question happens to be my sweet Kendra.
"Hmm I love riding your face, you sexy bitch," Kendra said, laughing merrily while riding the hell out of my face. I continued licking the hell out of her sweet-tasting ass, and got a pleasant surprise when Kendra leaned over and started rubbing my pussy. I kind of gasped when I felt two of Kendra's long fingers in my cunt, and reflexively squeezed my legs tight, though I kind of welcomed the intrusion.
"Go for it," I said, from underneath Kendra's voluminous ass, and my sweetie headed my plea. Just like that, we began pleasuring each other. Kendra buried her face between my thighs while smothering my face with her ass. I inhaled her ass funk mixed with the hot, salty smell of her cunt, and it was wonderfully intoxicating. All natural womanly hotness, mine to lick, probe and taste.
"Samira, you need to relax them legs and let a sister eat that pussy," Kendra chastised me, slapping my inner thighs for good measure. I nodded, and spread my legs wider, allowing my sweetie total access to the promised land. Um, it's Kendra's term for my V, don't ask. We're that annoying couple with nicknames for each other's private parts, only the lesbian version. Alright?
