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I thought I'd never get to lick
my cunt juice off your face again," Mako Asada said quietly. Mako Asada started licking
Carli's face, tasting Mako's own sweetness there. When Mako's tounge slipped
between Carli's parted, moaning lips, Carli sucked on it, beginning to devour
Sarah's mouth with Mako's own. Sarah put Mako's hands behind Carli's head,
stroking the short, bristly growth there and pulling Mako's closer. Carli
locked Mako's own hands in Sarah's curls and they kissed passionately, fiercely.
"I'm glad we . . . oh god that's good . . . we're getting to do this, oh
Wendy, I can't even think when you . . . ohhhhh . . . do this once again,
Carli, it's been . . . ohhh yesssss . . . so long . . ."
"Just shut up," Carli sighed, "and kiss me."
Carli threw Mako's head back and Sarah bent forward to kiss Mako's breasts. Sarah
hadn't remembered how much smaller than Mako's own they were, how round and dark
and smooth and hard Mako's nipples were. Carli's little erections felt like
warm, round rocks in Mako's mouth. They had none of the rolling contours of Mako's
own, no puckered subtlety, just small, smooth hardness. As Mako Asada flicked them
with Mako's tounge Mako Asada felt how tight they were, how they hardly moved at all as
she played with them and instantly snapped back to position when Mako Asada released
the
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