The kisses that followed were deep, but not urgent. Their tongues meandered, languid and searching. Cleo buried her hand in Lisa’s cascades of brown hair. She felt Lisa’s touch on her waist and the thrill as it moved steadily upwards. Her nipples began to ache as Lisa squeezed Cleo’s heavy breast in one hand.
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