She would have been up over an hour ago, if it hadn’t been for an early caller. Georgie moved her hand down between her legs and delicately stroked the blonde hair of the girl nestled between them. She let out a soft sigh as warm waves of pleasure washed over her; she lifted her head to get a better view of the girl on her knees. She had been looking forward to today for a long time. At exactly 6:32 a.m. that morning she had turned twenty-one. She was now officially an adult. Not that it changed anything really, but it was a fantastic excuse for a party. Now, as Georgie shuddered with pleasure, the radio alarm clock on her bedside table read 9:47 a.m. ‘My naughty little Bunnie, couldn’t you just stay here all day?’ Georgie purred, continuing to stroke the other girl’s hair. Bunnie could not respond in her position, her mouth pressed firmly against Georgie’s wet lips and her tongue lapping at the soft folds of her flesh.
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