Lucille’s pov She followed me upstairs, and once we were inside my room, I shut the door gently behind us. Still facing the door until I heard a soft music playing and when I turned. I was breathless, I couldn’t behold the image that stood before me, Laurel Spencer, in her full glory, her body bare, her skin glowing in the soft light. I had the full picture of those tities I wanted to suck, small, round, pointing at me. My gaze drifted lower, tracing the curve of her waist down to where the soft lines of her thighs met parting the lines between her pussy. I had seen many girls bare before but this one had a certain effect on me. I could feel my clit heaving once again, wanting to be touched on something, just to make it calm, to make it ease up, a desperate need for friction or a touch to ease the mounting tension. She walked towards me swaying her waist in a seductive manner, finally being so close to me. I couldn’t control my breathing seeing her that way, I held my breathe with he
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