The Deflowering of Clara
Vanessa lay on her back, tall, and stately with dark brown hair. Her heart-shaped face was at peace and her chest heaved making her boobs move up and down. Her nipples stood out and I had an urge to suckle them. On the other side of the bed lay Clara, eighteen, sweet, firm, and my girlfriend. She had the same dark brown hair as her mother but that’s where the similarities ended. Clara was a petite girl with a stunningly well-balanced body with a firm round ass and C-cup breasts that sat high...