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Nicòle was welcoming her, suffering, but firm. Arms crossed under her head that was being crushed against the backrest at each pressure. Her knees, resting on a blanket on the floor, were apart. She had done so much to persuade Flora to make her feel her most secret liabilities, since little Nicòle had been for years attacking all her intimate parts.

The object which helping them was big, very thick but not too long. When she wore it, Nicòle gave no respite to her friend. Flora received it all by herself, without blinking an eye, but became careful and strict when it came to using Nicòle’s body for such pleasure. So she had taken time to enable her to suffer, but without being too painful and remaining a virgin.