~Violetta
Savannah walked in, but I didn't stop. I couldn't. The sensation of Rachel's tongue—warm, wet, and relentlessly focused on my c**t—was the only thing that felt real.
I kept grinding my p***y against her face, my hips moving in a frantic, desperate rhythm. All I could think about was coming, the pressure building behind my eyes until the room started to blur.
I glanced back over my shoulder and saw Savannah stripping. The moment her t**s popped out of her shirt, my p***y clenched hard. I couldn't help it; staring at those perfect pink n*****s made my mouth water.
I could still vividly feel the phantom sensation of her p***y walls clenching against my fingers from yesterday in the shower. I wanted to be back inside her, but I also wanted to taste her right then and there.
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