A Bunnie To Play With Chapter 11
“Are you ready, Bunnie?” The amusement in Anne’s voice was obvious; she knew me well enough to be certain about my answer. Brenda crawled onto the coffee table from behind me, and her body cast a shadow over me. “Yes, Mistress.” Then Brenda’s knees were at the sides of my body and her pussy right above my waiting mouth. It was as fleshy as I had imagined, her inner labia sneaking out between her outer lips, and small strands of her moisture stretched between her petals and betrayed her arousal....
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