This is a lésbián story of soaked panties, and pússy on pússy.
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This happened a few weeks ago. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since. It’s been playing in my head, over and over, like my body needs to remember every second. I had to write it down. I had to let it live somewhere outside of me.
We were driving back from town. The sun was low and hot through the windshield, turning the inside of the truck into a slow-cooked dream. Marlie was in the passenger seat, but she wasn’t just sitting there. She had one hand buried under the steering wheel, cupping me through my jeans like she owned me. Her thumb moved in slow circles, just firm enough to make my breath hitch.
I tried to focus on the road, but it was useless. My mouth opened on a helpless little moan as her other
