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Leaving Toby’s bedroom to avail herself of a glass of lemonade, idly Mandy checked the TV listings and surveyed the growing pile of ironing in the lounge with a frown. “Oops,” she said with a girlie giggle, standing brazenly naked above her mother’s lover. Mandy had moved up close, so close he could see the goose bumps on the soft flesh of her lower legs. She wasn’t proud of herself but then again she wasn’t ashamed either. With that burdensome thought in mind, her heavy eyelids retreated. Complete with webcam and mic, it had become a regular distraction for the sexy emo girl with gorgeously round yet firm tits and a cunt that craved constant attention.
