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Kasumi bit her lip as Ayane toyed with the melon, not wanting to meet the other girl's eyes. Ayane stared down at it as well, then gave a nervous little giggle.
"I'm sorry, Mister Farmer," she whispered to the melon, before she picked the knife up off the table and began to gently and demurely cut into the melon in front of her. Kasumi watched, captivated.
She was dressed lightly and airily, in a pink pleated skirt that clung to her immense thighs and ran around her plump buttocks. Her white shirt was doing double-time, stretched over two of the biggest, fattest titties around, her three inch nipples hard points in the fabric, her four inch wide aerolas even outlined. She gasped at the wet slurching noises the melon made and shifted her weight slightly. Despite herself, her skirt began to lift up, as her cock began to get very stiff indeed. Ayane was dressed similarly, but her dick had already been stiff at the thought of fucking this melon for quite some time, so both girls were almost totally rigid by the time she was done cutting. Ayane giggled at Kasumi, then put the melon back down, turning it so Kasumi could see better. "Wh-What do you think?"
Ayane had cut a hole from one side of the melon through to the other. Kasumi looked into it and blushed at how soft and squishy it looked, before she met Ayane's eyes. "C-Can we really put our cocks in it...?"
Ayane nodded and walked over to Kasumi, palming the other girl's big fat butt, squeezing it firmly in her fingers. "Let's do it, please." Their lips met in a demure kiss, like only chaste little lesbian bitches can, and then Kasumi nodded vigourously. "Yes please!"
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