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we're right on it. It's a different story, locating another woman's clit. Now, if I were to
we're right on it. It's a different story, locating another woman's clit. Now, if I were to
ask you to locate a cock..." Sally supposed Helen was right. She'd found her clit easily enough, of course, when Duke was fucking her, but then, she'd had the dog's cock to watch as a guide, while it was pounding in and out of Helen's cunt. Sally concentrated. She started looking for reactions in Helen. The brunette had a way of giving a sudden little jerk whenever she finally found her clit. Following these clues, Sally eventually got the hang of it. She located the taut little tip of Helen's half-hidden sex button and began to torture it mercilessly. "Oooohhhhhh... Ooohhhh, yes!" Helen whimpered. "That's the way! That's the way, Sally!" Sally worked over her friend's clit, until she realized she was getting a little bored. What she was after was her pussy hole. She'd never had her fingers up a woman's snatch before. The blonde let her finger drift down from Helen's pebble-hard clit. She felt the slick inner lips wriggling past her fingertip again. Then her finger seemed to drop into a puckered depression, a rubbery pit. The pit flowered open hungrily, inviting her finger inside. She'd found Helen's pussy hole. Sally positioned herself so that she could see what she was doing. She reached down with her hand and pried Helen's pussy lips apart. Now she could see what was under her fingertips - a pulsing, petalled opening, gushing hot juices, inviting her inside. |
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animalsex, beastiality, bestiality, dog sex, zoophilia |
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