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Erika straddled Drewās waist, rubbing her hands together quickly to warm them before tugging the other womanās shirt up. āI know. It was my lesbian forearm strength that attracted you in the first place. That or my never ending supply of weed!ā She laughed softly, beginning to knead the base of Drewās spine slowly. If there was one thing the former ballet dancer was good at, it was giving a massage. Feet were her specialty of course. But backs were a close runner up. And if it got her a chance to touch her lovely girlfriends skin all the better! āI donāt want to turn into something youād see on a CW show though. No weird throne chair behind a desk, no wall of windows. If you plan on turning me into a kingpin it had better be discrete.ā
Drew rolled her eyes playfully.Ā āDefinitely the lesbian forearm strength,ā she murmured, letting out a soft groan as Erika began to massage her,Ā āBut the weed probably helped too.ā Drew took another drag of the spliff, blowing out puffs of smoke.Ā āNo throne chair? Dammit, Iāve already ordered one,ā she teased, glancing back at Erika with a smile,Ā āBut I guess I can pass on the wall of windows. I need a certain amount of privacy.ā












