Chirstmas Dog
Chirstmas Dog
Lyn abandoned Rachael's breast, kissing and licking down Rachael's body.
Greedily I moved my fingers to the breast she had left, using the moisture that
remained to lubricate her nipple as I chaffed it, making it even harder than it
had already been.
Chirstmas Dog
I could tell when Lyn's tongue entered Rachael. Her body arched up, her
tongue began to move in and out of my mouth in time to Lyn's movements below her
waist. In turn I was using both hands to stroke Rachael's breasts. Rachael was
twisting and sighing, thrusting her lower body towards Lyn, pushing her breasts
against my hands, and her tongue in my mouth.
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