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  Anya feels reborn as she steps into the bath, her teeth clean, her reflection in the mirror supple and golden, and Tobi waiting for her with wide, greedy eyes and sleek soapy skin. Roy who? thinks Anya as she lowers herself into the water. The bath is too narrow for any coyness or attempts at subtlety; her knees are pressing against Tobi’s and her foot is practically between her butt cheeks. Tobi nudges Anya’s knees apart and lightly runs her fingernails down her inner thighs. “Do you like that?” she murmurs. “Yeah,” says Anya. “Can I kiss you again? Your lips are so soft.”     They kiss while Tobi continues to graze her thighs with her fingernails. Anya squirms, pressing her breasts against Tobi’s while their tongues fill each other’s mouths, her pussy aching to be touched. From the lounge room they hear a series of guttural moans. Anya’s need grows even more urgent. “Put your fingers inside me,” she says, her voice raspy. Tobi obeys, and they kiss with rene...
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