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... her. Lexi could feel Emily's breath warm against her ear as she whispered, "Fuck, Emily, this is kinda hot."

Emily's eyes were dark with a look of lust. "Lexi.... you're kinda hot." She giggled softly.

There was a thin, wavering line between straight girls fooling around on molly and giving in to passionate lustful desire. Lexi and Em were straddling the line, grinding on it. Poised to cross over.

Lexi was a woman possessed, and Emily's words of longing just encouraged her. Her hands moved almost of their own accord, drawn to the soft, full mounds of Emily's big breasts like magnets. She could feel the heat radiating off of them, and as she brought her hands up to cup the lacy, bouncy melons, Em let out an involuntary moan. They were even softer than Lexi had had imagined, and the feeling of the firm nipples pressing into her palms, the delicious pressure of squeezing her fingers into Emily's soft breasts, ample tit flesh overflowing around her fingers, sent a jolt of pleasure straight to Lexi's core.

Emily let out a gasp, breathing heavy and staring straight into Lexi's eyes with a creamy look of radiating pleasure, as Lexi began to squeeze and knead Em's breasts. Emily's eyes rolled back in pleasure. She had never been touched like this on molly before, and the sensation was overwhelming. She moaned uncontrollably with pleasure-soaked lust.

A wave of ecstatic serotonin swept across Emily's brain, and she was overcome with a sudden rush of empathy. This felt ...

... so fucking good, and she had to make Lexi feel this good too. Lexi was such a good friend, and so sweet and caring, and... kinda... really fucking hot? How had she never noticed this before?

Emily could feel her arousal building, and she ground her hips harder against Lexi's, their bodies moving in perfect sync, as she brought her hands up from Lexi's wide hips to Lexi's big, round boobs, the pink lace bra squeezing them into a bulging canyon of soft, tight cleavage. Emily slipped her hands between the generous tit flesh and the tight lace and she began to squeeze Lexi's big, round fun bags, digging her fingers into the soft flesh and and twisting and tweaking Lexi's hard, engorged nipples.

Lexi's mind exploded with pleasure, and she involuntarily threw her head back and closed her eyes, panting like an animal, a kaleidescope of colors dancing on the inside of her eyelids. Sexual energy pulsated from her breasts as Emily mauled and squeezed them.

Lexi almost couldn't believe this was happening. The thought drifted slowly across her mind, indistinct and hazy: she had a boyfriend, and so did Em. What would Chris and Spencer say if they could see the two sweaty, thick fertility goddesses in the middle of the rave crowd, grinding their wet pussies together as they fondled each other's big tits?

Was this cheating? It didn't count, right? They were just hot girls having fun at a rave. Guys loved that.

No, Lexi concluded, this had to be fine. Sure, it was technically ...