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my full breasts against him. "Oh..." He cups my face in his
hands, stroking my cheek, my hair. "Hey", he says gently pushing me
back, "my turn". He lifts up my sweater and throws it on the floor.
I arch my back and smile at him, feeling free. One hand lifts to stroke
the side of a breast, the other my side, moving down my leg. He licks
and kisses my nipple through the thin bra. His hand cups my other breast,
flicking the tight nipple with his thumb. I lean into him, wan
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