Sammy read the resistance in his eyes and knew it was temporary at best. She cupped her breasts in her hands as if to offer them for his pleasure. “I kind of like pink, don’t you?” she asked, turning and bending from the waist to place her hands on the floor. Her ass was displayed before him, her legs spread so wide he could almost see her dark, puckered sphincter and pussy around the minuscule thong that ran between her legs. “Do you like pink?” she asked again, pumping her hips a bit. She straightened slowly, one vertebra at a time, and turned to face him. She cupped his face in her hands and gave him a quick peck on the mouth. “Guess not,” she quipped. “Maybe green.”
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