we're right on it. It's a different story, locating another woman's clit. Now, if I were to
we're right on it. It's a different story, locating another woman's clit. Now, if I were to
ask you to locate a cock..."
Sally supposed Helen was right. She'd found her clit easily enough, of course, when
Duke was fucking her, but then, she'd had the dog's cock to watch as a guide, while it
was pounding in and out of Helen's cunt.
Sally concentrated. She started looking for reactions in Helen. The brunette had a way
of giving a sudden little jerk whenever she finally found her clit. Following these clues,
Sally eventually got the hang of it. She located the taut little tip of Helen's half-hidden
sex button and began to torture it mercilessly.
"Oooohhhhhh... Ooohhhh, yes!" Helen whimpered. "That's the way! That's the way,
Sally!"
Sally worked over her friend's clit, until she realized she was getting a little bored. What
she was after was her pussy hole. She'd never had her fingers up a woman's snatch
before.
The blonde let her finger drift down from Helen's pebble-hard clit. She felt the slick
inner lips wriggling past her fingertip again. Then her finger seemed to drop into a
puckered depression, a rubbery pit.
The pit flowered open hungrily, inviting her finger inside. She'd found Helen's pussy
hole. Sally positioned herself so that she could see what she was doing. She reached
down with her hand and pried Helen's pussy lips apart. Now she could see what was
under her fingertips - a pulsing, petalled opening, gushing hot juices, inviting her
inside.
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