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"No! And you can't make me, Renee." Gently, she fondled Renee's pert tit, watching the nipple sprout into full bloom only inches from her face. "You just want to get us back over there," she gestured in a manner that indicated "there" was over the border somewhere and a dirty word at the same time. "Please, Fran!" "You don't understand, Renee. I can't live without it anymore. How will I live over there? They won't let me have it." "But I need it too, baby," Renee soothed. "I wouldn't do anything that would stop me from getting it too, would I now?" |
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"No. I guess not." Fran's cool fingers caught at the carmine nubbin of Renee's nipple and teased it into reaching for new heights. Renee giggled. "Stop that," she said. "It tickles." "Good!" Fran did it again. And then while Renee was still squirming, bent over a little farther and kissed her eloquent nipple. Renee gasped, and all of a sudden her firm resolve was melting away. The anxiety she felt, the joy in the opportunity to escape were gone. All she felt was pure lust to have her body handled and hurt and satiated. She arched against Fran's mouth.
"Do you still want me to stop, honey?" "God, no!" Renee gasped out. "Keep doing it. Please keep doing it!" Fran's hot lips descended on Renee's breasts again and the younger girl couldn't believe the intensity of feeling she was having. She'd never even looked at a woman with this in mind.