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My hand slid between her legs. I could feel how wet she was even through her shorts. "I gotta be crazy," Erica said when she pulled Little April Oh Yeah away. "My mama always said she's rather I be a Little April Oh Yeah dyke than be with a white guy." "Really?" "Yeah," Erica teased me, her lips inches from Little April Oh Yeah mine. "But I don't always do what my mama says." "Have you ever been with a Little April Oh Yeah girl, then?" I had to ask. "Shit," Erica laughed. "One time, this girl Crystal and me, we were drunk and high and she asked me if she could eat my pussy." "Did you let her?" "I never say no to getting my pussy ate." "Really," Little April Oh Yeah I said, getting down on my knees without hesitation. Erica obliged me by peeling off her Little April Oh Yeah shorts and spreading her legs.
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