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10/16/11(Sun)20:53 No.30636033>>30635326
Gotta split this into two, since it's apparently too long.
You have no idea how the topic went from planning her friend's birthday to making out in the kitchen, but you're not arguing. Her blouse has been ripped open and her bra hiked up over her plump breasts.Your fingers are kneading her soft flesh, almost mauling her chest. Many times she's told you how much she loves it when you're rough there, so you hold no reserves. In return, her hands are groping and squeezing you between the legs, as if she's trying to get your dick to literally burst out of your pants. Without warning, she pushes you off of her, a seductive gleam in her eyes. She knows just what your sillie willie needs. Before you scold her for the thousandth time to not call it that, she pulls a can of whipped cream from the fridge. She sprays out a dollop over each nipple, and you gladly comply. You sloppily lick and suck away, leaving trails of saliva over her generous breasts. Another hiss and there's a trail leading down to her unbuttoned jeans. Rather than devour it all, you use your face to smear it all over her body, covering the creamy skin of her tummy in the sugary mess. With a single yank, you pull her pants away. As you kneel down, she hooks her legs over your shoulders, spraying another mound. |
