Scarlett melted, leaning back against her friend, cushioned by her breasts and thick cardigan. Her insides felt knotted and cold, and she felt like she was going to be sick. xxx She wanted to keep it on. She knew that she loved her own body, enjoyed the exhibitionist thrill of miniskirts and heels…but on other women? But she didn’t want to take the cardigan off. She teased the sensitive nubs, rubbing circles with her fingers, pinching with her thumbs, tender tugs, soft squeezes. Her heart fluttered, restless with giddy anticipation. ‘Well, there’s paracetamol in the cupboard, and if there’s anything else you need you just have to ask. Her pussy walls clenched as Issy slipped a finger into her warm depths, her knuckle lightly grazing her clit.
