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We kissed deeply for several minutes. I wanted so badly to put my hand on her fabulous breasts and to feel for myself those hard points of flesh, but I wasn't THAT Bestiality bold. Eventually, Erica took my hand and forcibly placed it right on her breast. I stroked her Bestiality and kissed her hungrily. "Wait a minute," she said, pulling away slightly. "Sorry, but could we slow down a Bestiality little bit?" "Sure," I said. If this took all night, Bestiality I wouldn't mind. "Thanks," she said. We finished off the joint, not saying much. "So," Erica finally spoke. "I'm curious. What do white boys like? In a Bestiality girl, I mean. Do they like tits? Ass? What?" "Well," Bestiality I said, extinguishing the roach in an ashtray.
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