SwampThing
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Emily
In the bathroom, Emily rubbed her hand against the thin cotton over the little hump of her pussy. In the mirror, she was flushed, her mouth open, wisps of red hair come undone from her braids and hanging across her face. She couldn't believe how grown-up she looked in the revealing lingiree, her hand between her legs. She touched herself a lot, but she'd never felt the intense rush the women in her romance novels always felt.
Just a few more minutes, she thought, and I'll go show Beth my outfit.
In the bathroom, Emily rubbed her hand against the thin cotton over the little hump of her pussy. In the mirror, she was flushed, her mouth open, wisps of red hair come undone from her braids and hanging across her face. She couldn't believe how grown-up she looked in the revealing lingiree, her hand between her legs. She touched herself a lot, but she'd never felt the intense rush the women in her romance novels always felt.
Just a few more minutes, she thought, and I'll go show Beth my outfit.