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The Omnistore System

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Vulgar sister (R-18)

As they continued to squeeze each other's breasts, their gazes remained locked. Emma's cheeks were flushed, a deep blush spreading across her face as she felt both embarrassment and arousal. Maria, on the other hand, was flushed from the heat of the moment, her eyes heavy with desire. Their hands moved in perfect synchronization, each action mirrored with precise accuracy.

When Emma's fingers tightened around the soft flesh of Maria's breast, Maria responded by doing the same to Emma, her grip firm yet teasing. The sensation of their hands kneading and squeezing was electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through their bodies. Emma could feel the fullness of Maria's breast in her palm, the supple skin yielding to her touch. Despite being smaller than Maria's, Emma's breasts were perfectly shaped, filling Maria's hand with just enough to grip and tease.