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.. and it’s not like I’m going to run around being a nudist all the time ... I just gotta pee ... and I don’t see the point in hiding” Cyndi paused her story a bit, looking over at Bree’s spread posture, Robin’s face wet and damp between her thighs. “This is just too fucking hot ... I can hardly stand it!” she said, moving her hand down and openly stroking herself, joining Amber in girlish masturbatory delight.Pausing a moment, clutching herself, she tried to finish up “That was before her trip to Florida, and I guess you heard, she sorta got even more used to being naked ... I swear, she has the coolest family, they let her just be herself ... no judgement ... I wish mine were ... half that cool”“So anyway, you can see sorta how I figured out just how much she liked to be told what to do ... and even some of why she’s such a nakey girl. I admit ... it’s kinda fun ... I mean ... I have not had clothes on now for a few hours ... It feels ... freeing? Or something?”Robin had heard most. Her thick purple lips circled the knob. She sucked the knob and then steadily sunk her mouth over and around the shaft until her nose touched my belly. Her efforts had the desired effect and my tool regained its former hardness. If Val thought her work was a prelude to our next fuck she was mistaken. As my prick plopped from her mouth I told her that I wanted to see her masturbate with her favourite toy. Initially she denied she had any toys but when I offered to search through her bedroom she capitulated. From a drawer in her dressing she showed me a fairly standard pink penis shaped battery powered vibrator. Val lay on her back in the middle of the bed with spread legs. I knelt between her thighs to watch, my hard saliva covered prick in my hand. She turned the vibrator on full bore, closed her eyes and slid the pink tip along the length of her gaping slit. Her labia gradually fattened and distended, and moisture appeared in her gash. Her technique, once she got going, was.
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