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Lesbians Fucking the Female Table, by  Jezebel Rose

A human table, I thought. This is crazy … and hot. The woman had golden tan flesh and exotic curves that betrayed her obvious Latin ethnicity. Her hips were wide. Her tits appeared to be full C cups with erect nipples set high and surrounded by wide, brown areolas. She was neatly groomed with a thin landing strip of hair just above her thin opening. The sight of her sealed cunt made my clit ache inside my silky panties. Her body was curvy, but fit. Her stomach was flat as it sunk slightly beneath her ribcage, perfect for balancing food.

It was only Jessica and me in the room. I silently looked at her for guidance.

“Let’s undress now,” she said.

I lingered for a moment because I wanted to watch Jessica disrobe. “Can you help me with my zipper?” She said. She turned her back to me. My eyes locked on every inch of her exposed back—the shining flesh, the tiny and nearly invisible handful of hairs, and the freckle here and there. I slowly unzipped her dress until it fell to the floor. She wore no bra or panties. Her ass was firm and full; it protruded toward me as if asking to be touched. I yearned to massage its tight crack, but I resisted. “You’re turn,” Jessica said. My dress had no zipper, so I simply unlatched the shoulder straps and let the gown fall to the floor as Jessica locked her eyes on me. I next unclasped my bra to reveal my perky, but petite tits. I blushed a bit as I slid my panties down.

I was already wet and I feared it might be shining with the gloss of my nectar.

“You have a beautiful body,” Jessica said. The woman on the table was silent. The ritual forbade her from speaking or directly acknowledging us.

“What now?”

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