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Chapter 7 — Mydentity Crisis
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So there I was, in the middle of a girl pile: Twilla Van Dyke underneath me, idly lapping nectar from my twat and teasing my clit—just to keep me squirming—her tart, fragrant pussy dew dribbling from the corners of my mouth (or was that my own drool? Probably both…), and my she-male girlfriend Lonni behind and on top of me, her pretty tits pressed against my back, all of us in a state of post-orgasmic bliss—and what’s going through my mind? I’m wondering if I’m really a lesbian
Click to read more. My head hung off the table, and Twylla lifted it onto a little pull-out shelf just for that purpose. Even better than I remembered
. . " her little fists clutching the sheets so hard her knuckles are white
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Chapter 7 — Mydentity Crisis
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So there I was, in the middle of a girl pile: Twilla Van Dyke underneath me, idly lapping nectar from my twat and teasing my clit—just to keep me squirming—her tart, fragrant pussy dew dribbling from the corners of my mouth (or was that my own drool? Probably both…), and my she-male girlfriend Lonni behind and on top of me, her pretty tits pressed against my back, all of us in a state of post-orgasmic bliss—and what’s going through my mind? I’m wondering if I’m really a lesbian
Click to read more. My head hung off the table, and Twylla lifted it onto a little pull-out shelf just for that purpose. Even better than I remembered
. . " her little fists clutching the sheets so hard her knuckles are white
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Chapter 7 — Mydentity Crisis
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So there I was, in the middle of a girl pile: Twilla Van Dyke underneath me, idly lapping nectar from my twat and teasing my clit—just to keep me squirming—her tart, fragrant pussy dew dribbling from the corners of my mouth (or was that my own drool? Probably both…), and my she-male girlfriend Lonni behind and on top of me, her pretty tits pressed against my back, all of us in a state of post-orgasmic bliss—and what’s going through my mind? I’m wondering if I’m really a lesbian
Click to read more. My head hung off the table, and Twylla lifted it onto a little pull-out shelf just for that purpose. Even better than I remembered
. . " her little fists clutching the sheets so hard her knuckles are white
Camming With Strangers