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Isabelle caught her, her hands wrapped around Scarlett’s waist. ‘Oh Issy, I’m, mmm, not sure what’s happening...I’m not usually...um...like this.’ She said breathily. ‘It’s ok Scarlett, it’s ok.’ she sung softly into Scarlett’s ear. Scarlett felt her warm breath on her skin, and suddenly felt all nice and tingly. ‘How do you feel? Maybe talking about it might make sexy you feel better.’ Scarlett whimpered, her head resting on Isabelle’s shoulder. ‘Issy, I really, really don’t want to, um, talk about it…’ ‘Scarlett, don’t be silly now. We’re good friends. Good friends talk to each other about their problems. Isn’t that right my horny sweetheart?’ Isabelle was slowly starting to relish in the power. There is definitely something...exquisite about dominating such a specimen. Isabelle was gently rubbing her hands up and down Scarlett’s waist, grazing her fingertips across her flesh, sending little tingles of electricity across her skin. Her glorious strawberry-blonde hair was fanned out behind her, radiating a flowery fragrance. No, that’s not right. This doesn’t make sense...oh but it feels wonderful... ‘Mmm, Isabelle...I don’t...um...I’m not like this...whatever you’re, uh, doing to me...make it stop…’ Scarlett’s voice was distant and fragile. She’s about to crack , thought Isabelle. Delicious. Is hard this what I’m like? ‘Wow, Scarlett, you sound so horny. It must be so hard wearing such an itchy, uncomfortable bra when your breasts are so sensitive, and all you want to do is touch your lovely tits...’ Suddenly she pulled backwards, Scarlett sliding off her legs and onto the mattress. Her hands shot up Scarlett’s top, under the fabric which, in reality, was very soft. ‘Ooh Issy! No, nooo…’ Scarlett was all fucked Bhabhi but paralysed, her arms hanging limp by her sides and her breathing heavy under Isabelle’s roving touch. Her mind was subdued, eroded by the wonderful sensations in her boobs and her pussy. She gulped, and her body stiffened as Isabelle’s cool hands crept tantalisingly closer to her warm, needy breasts. ‘Noooo…not right, not, mmm, good’ she whispered faintly, arching her back in a poor attempt to escape the promise of Isabelle’s soft fingers. Scarlett was almost lost to the pleasure, but she needed Issy to...stop. ‘I don’t, mmm, want to…’ She felt her bra, stroking the surrounding skin, then unclasped it. Scarlett gasped, writhing on the bed. ‘No Issy, indian it’s not right, you shouldn’t be...ooh’ her protest was halted by Isabelle’s palms cupping her firm tits, gently rubbing the soft flesh. Her C-cups were a perfect handful, and as Isabelle’s fingers slowly stroked circles around Scarlett’s nipples, she gasped, the gentle touch sending her over the edge. Her thighs quivered and her pussy clenched, as the wonderful pleasure sent a glossy pleasant joy over her entire body. "It's not going fucked to change what's going to happen, though. My Bhabhi pussy would be gushing and contracting and relaxing trying to suck in a cock that wasn’t there. hard I will always remember our gondola ride and, appropriately numbered car 69. Will the cute boys really want to fuck me?’ "HOW'S THIS?" was it?" “Don't have enough arms, sister dear,” he answered. He looked down at Bianca's skinny ass sliding back to engulf his prick. Friedrich squeezed once on the trigger of his MG, sexy sending fifteen bullets at the targets he had picked. “Does this little pig want Maria to indian spank her?” Mikaela asked. “You are so warped.”