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I couldn't stop feeling insecure when I saw how skinny they were; I felt like I was overweight even though I wasn't. Surprisingly, one of the female models began flirting with me. To my surprise, she was a lesbian, which didn't show because she didn't look like the typical lesbian who wears male clothing. Still, there are various categories within the LGBTQ community. "I'm sorry, but I am not..." I was going to say that I am not a lesbian when I was rudely interrupted by the female model next to her, who appeared to be her friend. "Oh, Jessica! Is your standard so low that you like someone like her? I mean, come on! How could you possibly like a staff that isn't all that attractive?" I overh

"We’re not done." I smiled. "No." She reached into the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a small bottle of lube and a slim, curved vibrator I hadn’t known she owned. My pulse kicked up again. She warmed a little of the lube between her fingers, then slicked the toy. She settled beside me and kissed me deeply while she guided the vibrator between my legs. The soft silicone nudged my entrance, then slid inside with a smooth push. She turned it on to a low, steady pulse and angled it so the curve pressed against that sensitive place inside me.

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she answered laughingly. I crossed my arms. "Yes, but why are you here with us? Do you have anything to say?" I prepared myself. She looked at me seriously. "Let's help each other." My eyebrows almost line up in astonishment. "I'm having a hard time separating Rebecca and Jacob. Only you and I can help with our mission. Jacob will be at the undergound bar later for a Transaction." "9 pm sharp?" She nodded at my question. Like I said, I often ran away to follow that demon.

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Still, when we revved up again, we began in the familiar arms of our respective mates. We pulled back the zillion thread-count sheets on the king-size bed—anticipating some fine old-school boning. After some preliminary touching and canoodling, things moved fast. Layla and I started going at it in missionary, while Brittany and Jack embraced each other and looked on. Then they took their place beside us on the bed, also going the missionary route. It was as if they were mirroring us. It was pretty cool. As we all fucked, the two women clasped hands. They were enjoying our pummeling dicks, but they were also now in the mood for a sapphic interlude.

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