Waist up

Her ample breasts heaved as the dressing continued. Arms slid easily into the sleeves, her hands running up and down each arm, her concealed cunt tingled emitting small pulses that spread over her. Now for her breasts. Encasing them in the tight purple fabric sent her mind into overdrive. Whimpering as she zipped up the back, her hands soon caressed her breasts, feverishly tweaking her bullet like nipples firmly. A loud gasp fell from her mouth as she felt her body give away her deep seated desires, feeling the first drop of liquid escape from her cunt. Flames grew from within.

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