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Every Man For AnneShe slipped the blouse open and pushed her hand inside. She cupped the whole mound of Anne's, left breast then bent down to suck on it. Anne wriggled with the thrill of her friend's lips rolling the taut buttons on her fits and half-slipped off the couch. The two girls roiled onto the thick shag carpet. Anne's top was open to the waist now and she reached up to undo Silke's shirt. Neither of them was wearing a bra. Silke alternated her attention between Anne's breasts and nibbling on her earlobe. "That feels so good," moaned Anne. Silke let her hand stray lower and rubbed it along the inside of Anne's thigh. "Anne… Anne… " she repeated softly. Silke sat with her head against the seat of the couch and held Anne's head to her chest. Anne sucked greedily at Silke's tits. She sucked them as a grateful baby might, while Silke's fingers probed the flimsy defenses of her briefs. The German girl slipped her fingers underneath the elastic edge and played with the tuft of pussy hair that she could fell. "Anne, lie back," Silke breathed in her friend's ear ...» |
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