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Birth of a Tentacle Friend Two

Stephanie extricated herself from the swimsuit and pulled a black lace bra and matching panties out of a bag. She pulled the panties on while facing away from Andrea, and so was unaware of her friend’s lustful staring. The panties were semi-transparent and a seam ran up the back so that they hugged all the curves of her bottom. Then she wriggled into the bra, which was similarly sheer. Her perky nipples were clearly visible through it.

“What do you think of these? Too sexy?” Stephanie asked, performing a little pirouette. Then she saw what her friend was doing and she gasped in shock, her graceful dance-move ending in a clumsy stumble. Andrea had thrown herself back on the bed with her skirt around her waist and her hand was moving very vigorously inside her soaking panties.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Andrea, what the hell are you doing?” Stephanie cried.

Andrea’s face was bright red with embarrassment. “Stephanie … sorry… something’s wrong… can’t help it!” she gasped as she convulsed wit
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