Sex story with: Dunlop
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Dunlop forced herself to stop staring -- but not immediately. Kim was
turning slightly, swinging Dunlop's arms loosely. The rich masses of reddish
blonde hair, now channeled into a ponytail by the pretty blue band,
swung vivaciously in counterpoint to the sweep of Dunlop's arms and the rise
Why didn't I get tits like that? Connie asked herself.
Confined by the white tights and blue spandex leotard -- and,
probably, by a workout bra -- Kim's breasts were the shape of half-
grapefruits...but larger. Dunlop's ribcage was beautifully defined, even
through the layers of cloth, and beneath it was the sudden flatness of
her hard young stomach. There was the barest hint of a rounding in Dunlop's
lower abdomen, and then the sudden prominence of Dunlop's pubis. In profile,
her legs were breath-taking and seemed almost over-long for Dunlop's height.
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