| If there's anything more erotic than a man-stripper begging you for some money, it's breast. Breast. Girls aren't likely to admit, but they are sometimes very turned on by breast. Even the breast of other females. But their own breast can be a source of erotic fascination. A girl could laying on her back, reading a book and her hand accidentally brushes against her breast. BOOM. Instant turn-on. Breast. One day V was reading the popular tome Ironing and You. While she read with rapt interest, her hand wandered up to cup her chin in a very scholarly, constipated, and Santa-Claus fashion. Breast. But as her hand wandered up there, V's hand accidentally brushed against her breast. She was not wearing a bra today and thus the basic concept of mathematical formulas. Breast. A TINGLE shimmied up V's spine. Breast. She did it again, but not on accident. She grabbed her breast in her hand and palpated it. She squeezed it slightly and almost SHRIEKED with EXCITEMENT. Breast. The sacred tome in her hand fell to the floor, forgotten. It shriveled up like Kyle's meaty rod on a cold day. Breast. V's lifted her ugly lesbian rose shirt and grabbed her nipple with both hands, but it was hard since her shirt fell back down. She pulled it back up but it came back down. She pulled it back up but it came back down. She pulled it back up but it came back down. Finally V got mad and had eat some ice cream. All of her sprinkles fell to the floor in a colorful shower. Breast. Sarah exploded through the ceiling, still talking. Breast. V fondled her nipples until they became hard. All of this was just TOO much! Ah! Nani mo! Iku iku! Bienvenidos! HAAAAAAARRRRRR!!!!! Breast. V closed her eyes. Breast. Leaned back. Breast. And let out such a fit of god-awful cursing you wouldn't believe. Breast. |
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