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Pûssy for my daughter's best friend (4)
I couldn't even blink as her left hand moved up the back of my thigh, under the dress and drifting over my ass. I felt flushed and could hear my heartbeat in the silence of the moment. As she moved her hand, the dress moved up with it. Up. Inch by inch. My bare p***y came into view, engorged and oh so wet. Her hand was moving between my legs, fingers coming into view between my thighs as her right hand reached up to move the dress up over my hip. Her fingers, painted burgundy, reached the entrance of my p***y, now leaking so much that her fingertips were coated with my sticky juices. I moved my legs apart to allow her full access. Her eyes, filled with lust, looked at mine in the mirror. With the dress fully above my hips, I was pleading with my eyes for her to fill me. Two finge
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