Veronica glanced away from Kyla’s heated glare, to discover that one of the curly-haired brunette’s full breasts had tumbled completely out of its sketchy bra cup (that’s what you get for wearing such a slutty outfit, she thought viciously). ‘Oh, fuck it!!’ sighed Kyla, more in surrender than exasperation; ‘I’ve been wanting to do this for so long – fuck, what the hell, why not?’ Releasing one wrist, she gripped Veronica’s hair with her hand and leant downwards, pressing her lips against Veronica’s astonished and immobilised face, and kissing her with passionate fervour. Porn vedio And so, after this night of discovery and release, harmony descended upon the fourth-floor flat. She gazed at the curve of woman-flesh resting on her chest, and her throat went suddenly dry. So here she was again on a Saturday night, alone with the television (and, as Bruce Springsteen had so rightly sung, “fifty-two channels with nothing on”). She felt so aroused that, as Kyla was totally focused on her breasts, she slipped her own hand down inside the blue French knickers, seeking her pleasure nub. Veronica was both thrilled and amazed, and replied that they were so much smaller, hefting and squeezing one of Kyla’s tits to demonstrate her point.
