I sit across the room and watch the Red Amazon Viviane, flaming red hair over her shoulders, pull Ingenua onto a chair. She has been craving those lips all day, and now she finally takes them. Tongues out first, touching tip to tip, then deep, slow kisses that turn hungry, with soft moans and saliva shared from mouth to mouth. Pink nails slide over a cheek, bodies press and rub against each other, and Ingenua melts deeper with every kiss. I cannot look away. Two women losing themselves completely.

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