She leaned back against her soft and towel swathed friend as hands came up to nuzzle at her gorgeous breasts. "I wasn't going to take it off," she murmured.
"Pity."
"We shouldn't. I'm tired."
"Oh God, such wonderful t**s!"
Maryann looked down her front to her breasts. They were being swung lightly from side to side by Karen's slim brown hands, and her n*****s were being tweaked by longish fingernails. It was an arousing sight, and yet her t**s were so very big that she felt self-conscious about them with Karen here. Now Karen's were nice t**s. They were an understatement, more subtle, more restrained than her own overblown exuberance.
Again, Karen complimented her upon her breasts.
"You know," said Maryann, turning to face her lover, "that makes me feel ridiculous.
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