oh my buddha.
“Oh my,” Jessica continued devotedly, now massaging her chest with might. Anne’s longish bleached legs came down anew, her body stretched out in length now, her chest rolling as she returned to ground. Anne now spread her legs wide. Jessica almost stopped breathing as she looked at Anne in her luster. A triangle of dark pubic hair edged groundward and at it’s top began a perfectly horizontal slit sliding through the tannish-pink soft flesh between her legs, guarded on every side symmetricly by a pliable, slightly bulging labia. The labia was sharply engorged and was scintillating from Anne’s sultriness. The smaller lips, hood, and opening beneath were still closed within the central breach. Anne’s head continued back and her eyes remained locked. Her right hand descended quickly, shy to delve into her inner thighs or pubis, instead encroaching hungrily among the upper segment of her labia into the deeper pussy beneath. Anne’s middle finger pressed one lip to the side, lengthening her slit and displaying a reddish, dripping hood of flesh capping the bounteous orifice, fringed on each side by engorged, drenched lips. Her index finger pressed the flesh just beneath the hood, retracting it slightly to lay bare her erect clitoris. She now gasped heavily, curving her back, tonically contracting muscles of her torsoe and legs.
