The Art Of Lesbian Intimacy

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Sherry put the bottle down then her hand on my cheek, smiled then as I cupped her right breast she kissed me again. Both my hands were tenderizing the muscles of her lower leg just then so I moved one over her knee then trailed two fingers up the inside of her thigh until I pressed against the form of her pussy “Are you sure about that?” I asked. Twenty minutes later I stepped into the front room and heard Sherry on the phone, she was talking to her best friend “I don’t know Gina, I woke up this morning still mostly dressed and a big mess in my underwear. You promised to rub my feet! She jostled forward until the tips of her tits were brushing my chest.

The Art Of Lesbian Intimacy

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