The Clitoral Effect


My name is Miranda Johnson, a twenty six year old lesbian from Bolton, Manchester, England. I have long straight brown hair, brown eyes and a petite but curvy figure. I have big boobs, which men love to gawk at stupidly, but I’m not interested in them – only in women. My last girlfriend, named Louisa Clements, had the biggest and most luscious pair of titties I had ever seen and tasted. I sound like a bloke, don’t I, describing women like that? Well, I suppose in a another life I had been a bloke. Was I looking for someone at esat escort the moment? Hmm, let me think. Maybe. I have a secret crush on my best friend, Michelle Lopez. She’s half Spanish with long black hair, olive skin, big tits, a beautiful face and brown eyes. Whenever we hang out together I try and not to gawp at her like an idiot, especially at her massive tits, and I try not to be turned on. Unfortunately every time I’m around her and she’s wearing a tiny tight low cut top, I feel myself getting etimesgut escort bayan wet and I go to the loo and see my panties are all wet. One day, Michelle and I decided to go down to the local spa and have a day of luxury. We got changed in the ladies’ changing rooms and placed our belongings into a locker and then walked out and went into the swimming pool and began swimming. My jaw dropped as I watched her slowly step out the pool, the water dripping off her perfect backside. Escort etlik I felt my pussy beginning to throb inside my bikini bottoms.Michelle and I made our way to the sauna room and closed the door. Within minutes we felt the extreme heat against our bodies. We sat opposite each other but I couldn’t keep my eyes from wandering down to her delicious looking boobs spilling out from her purple bikini top. “What?” Michelle asked. “You’ve got a massive insect on the back of your shoulder,” I lied. “Don’t move, I’ll take it off you.” I only wanted to sit next to her as the sexual arousal I was feeling grew and grew in my groin. I stood up and went and sat down beside her.”Get it off! Get it off!” Michelle cried. I pretended to pick up an insect and throw it into a corner, but I was really breathing in her beautiful scent.

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