Mary

  I cocked my jaw, letting my lower lip touch down on the satiny softness. Every time I think I can just let my lips, one below and one above, explore the delirium-inducing mound; its radiating warmth, the heady intoxication of scent and sensation. But I haven’t the willpower. Pursing, I push my lips full against the softest leopard print panties ever. Sighing, I kiss her pussy,

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