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“I like the sound you make, I really like hearing other women come” Mila softly pulls on her soft pubic hair, slowly starting to trace within her labia lips with her hands. The looks of her natural wetness fills the room and Mila smiles through her eyeglasses at Merel, “I will hear your wetness also!” “What would you consider when you masturbate?” Merel and Mila alike prefer to think about previous sexual encounters when they masturbate and they explain some of their strongest sexual memories. Mila adheres closer to Merel, running a hand along her darkened skin and her up hot thigh as she talks, describing the signature of a lover, the way they “slip their hands up your leg.” Slowly they share their bodies with one another, Mila showing her small breasts through the very top of her gown, the fabric slowly slipping back across the light skin as she releases her grip. Snuggling back to the couch, they gradually being to stimulate their own bodies, Merle´s clitoris shiny because her hand moves enjoyment into her clit. |
