Masters Rooftop Threeway
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“This… this is really nice,” Sasha purred as she slowly removed her neon yellow bikini top, exposing the bare rounds of her petite, yet animated cone shaped breasts as the warm spring breeze washed over her supple flesh. “I… I can’t believe your boss lets you come up on the rooftop of the club when it’s closed during the day.” She gasped, standing up from the lounge chair as she undid the ties around her waist, the velvet cloth of her bikini bottoms slowly sliding down her long caramel tanned thighs, exposing her lush raven pubic mound before sliding her ass back down on the chair. Her thighs spreading carelessly towards me as she smiled, permitting me to secretly gaze at the small, almost untouched slit of her pussy, her outer lips pressing towards me as if begging, yearning to feel my tongue upon them.