Monique’s pussy had developed an endearing habit. Dampness at dawn had to mean she’d been dreaming about Lucy. But irrespective of what shenanigans had played out in those dreams, Lucy had been typecast in the leading role in Monique’s daydreams. She now started her day absorbed in a detailed replay of the best hour of her life: the coolest girl in school naked, and totally into Monique. Every morning, as she slowly tease...

Monique’s father had the most amazingly expressive eyebrows. Enthralled, she watched them traverse a range of emotions—surprise, delight, doubt, and, finally, bingo, realisation. “You’re actually serious about this.” Her honest answer, of course, because I can’t stop fantasising about Lucy’s boobs, wasn’t appropriate for parents. However, the truth was that Monique craved more time with the school’s sports captain. That n...

Effortlessly, the graceful shimmy propelled Lucy from the pool. Water from the Fastskin swimsuit plastered to her lithe body streamed onto the pale blue tiles. The artificial lights highlighted the glistening contours of her taut, athletic curves. Despite being knee to shoulder, that friction-free Olympic-style swimsuit was eye-catching beyond belief. The School Sports Captain eased off her cap and goggles. A minimalist s...