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Her tan made her clear blue eyes shine even brighter and matched perfectly with her light brown hair. She wore a red bikini top that fitted perfect an made her breasts look even rounder than the already were. Not that she had overly huge breasts, but they weren't small either. 75C she once told Seven when he wanted to buy sexy lingerie for her. "Please don't hate me" Stacey said with a calm voice. "I can never hate you baby, I just need time to understand it. I love you Stace, and I will always love you" Seven kissed his girlfriend softly on her lips and let out a last tear. "It means so much to me that you say this Sev, more than you can ever imagine. I am not going to ask you to wait for me but I will be wearing your bracelet like I always do" Seven rested his forehead against hers and smirked "You better" He gave her a quick kiss, followed by another. Stacey reacted by kissing her boyfriend deeply and with intense passion. "Lay down on your bed" Stacey said to Seven, and he did. Reminds me of past encounters with him, his tongue exploring my body… But now he’s licking my lips. Running his tongue across them, back and forth, till he pushing his tongue between my lips, spreading them apart, sliding into my eager mouth. He kisses me deeply. Lots of tongue. He’s always been a great kisser, but this time feels better than most! His hands wander from the side of my face, as he starts to undo my shirt. He’s always had a thing for big breasts, and he loves mine. Sliding his tongue from my mouth, licking and kissing his way down my neck. Sucking gently on my skin. Still lick and kissing his way down my neck, to my chest, where he comes face to ‘face’ with my heaving breasts. He runs his tongue along the edge of my bra. Licking and kissing my breast as he reaches to undo my bra, throwing it to the floor, as he takes in the sight. He runs his tongue around my nipple, circling it. He knows I love that, and he can feel my nipple harden against his tongue. Holds it.
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