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Annabelle replied with a mischievous giggle, flushing a delightful shade of pink as she slipped her index finger nervously into the pouting lips of her mouth. “Miss Kara said you would like that too,” she intoned coyly, nursing her obvious oral fixation as she anxiously awaited my approval. Intrigued, I let my fingers trail down her indian back, pausing to cup and caress the wonderfully firm curve of her rounded rump, and then progressing downward to find the hem of her shamefully short skirt. I slipped my hand underneath, drawing the material with me as my fingers closed on her silky inner thigh, moving upward. The petite, alluring redhead trembled in my embrace, sighing and pressing herself against me. My fingers found her pussy, wet and slippery. But I resisted the urge to dally there. That virginal little slot was to be saved for another time. I paused briefly, thinking of the leathery double-dildo my mistress had helped me craft. 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