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Cassie Martin lay on the chaise lounge beside the pool and felt a drop of sweat trickle down between her pert, tight breasts. The sensation was erotic, like the tracing of an exploring finger. It was much more stimulating than it should have been, and she knew exactly why.
Harry hadn’t fucked her for two weeks …at least. In fact, he hadn’t done a proper job of it for longer than she cared to remember. Just those quick jabbing sessions that left her more frustrated than before she’d let him climb on top of her, Cassie sighed shakily. She shifted slightly on the chaise and felt the warm sun toast her dainty little body to an even deeper tan. She wondered wryly if that was the way it was with all the girls with deep tans. So bored and frustrated there was nothing to do but lie around baking.
She parted her thighs slightly and felt the material of her bikini panties stick for a moment to her left pussy lip and pull the puffy fold of sweet flesh from the right one, making her cunt hole open moistly inside the panties.
She shivered. She wasn’t cold. God, she was sweating. She shivered because of the tingling sensations running through her body. They were becoming terribly strong …nearly more than she could stand to ignore much longer.
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