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Honk Kong is a thriving city, bustling with Chinese, other Asians, Europeans, and Americans. Yet the hometown people tend to keep to themselves. The two lesbian exiles from Taiwan do just that. They are lovers in a city too busy for love. Sing Ling is a shy small titted of twenty. Her life-mate is Kiana, older, and more endowed with larger breasts. Kiana is the aggressor, she's the one who chases the very coy pretty Sing Ling. It is true these two enjoy sex with dildos, but it is the more intimate love-making of sensual contact that enhances and endures their romance. Twenty stories above the maddening crowd of frantic men of business, women of fashion, and children of the two; are the inseparable lesbians. They are naked, they embrace. Sing Ling reclines on a table, her little breasts reaching for the sky. her shaved pussy lips open like petals on an American Beauty rose, except her love box is Taiwanese Kiana, the lusty one, the one with the educated lips, the one who takes the dominant role when sexual acts are performed. Kiana, her large firm breast brush against the torso of Sing Ling as she massages Sing Ling's entire body with her luscious lips. From an open french kiss, nibbling an ear lobe, brush against the neck, then dawdle on the erect cherry tipped nipples of Sing Ling. By now, a pair of legs dangle from the table, spread far apart. Kiana kneels, kisses an inner thigh, Sing Ling twist to offer her pussy to the searching mouth of Kiana. Ah this glorious feeling, the first touch of warm plush tongue encountering an even warmer labia lips. The darting explorer seeking and finding an erect clitoris. The wigggles of sheer delight as Kiana's flesh melts into Sing Ling's cavern of desire. A tongue can only travel so far into Sing Ling's tunnel of love, Kiana inserts her long middle finger into the dungeon of woman's womb. The cunnilingus of one lesbian to another must be slow, enjoyable, flesh is meant to be loved. There is no noise, even the traffic below is lost in their trance of love. Ah if only this ecstasy could last forever. If only a satisfied tongue in a happy vagina could prolong orgasms just a moment longer, to linger, to savor this precious moment of aphrodisia intimacy. Somewhere deep inside these two bed-mates rings a silent bell, the organs are ending their tune in a crashing crescendo. the culmination of love. Kiana collapses atop Sing Ling, whose own legs thrust around and embraces Kiana to her bosom. They have temporarily entered the twilight zone, a vacuum where desires can not enter, nor leave, capturing the pleasant memory of two bodies acting as one. While the table still retains its heat, Kiana spreads and surrenders her voluptuous body for Sing Ling to abuse as she sees fit. While delicate hands caress, moist lips seek out little nooks of erogenous zones, Kiana moans, Sing Ling has found another tender love button. All roads of love lead to the height of passion. Sing Ling devours Eve's Garden of Love, Kiana lets her eat the Apple of Good and Evil, and it is good. Later, down on the street, passerbys see no inkling of ShangriLa on the faces of two ordinary lebian girls. ------------------------------------------------------------------------
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