<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.pngkey.com/png/full/889-8891004_calling-girl-png-call-center-girl-png.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Belinda Taylor<br/><strong>Age:</strong>22<br/><strong>Sexual Identity:</strong>Ambitious Workaholic<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Agent (Outbound Voice)<br/><br/>Chills ran through Belinda’s entire body as Tserin cleaned the goop off her breasts. Something about the touch of her taking the pain away. There had been so much pain. And then suddenly, it was gone. She nodded vigorously, the only communication she could manage. She wanted to return the favor. To do all the things she’d talked about. Tserin’s nipples looked achingly hard. She wanted to feel those hard points press against her. To take one into her mouth and be the one who melted it back down. But she was still trapped. Dammit! She tugged at the shirt, desperation rising in her.<br/><br/>And now Tserin was saying something. Belinda tried to lip-read. Looked up at the taller girl’s lips, their softness, their fullness, the concern that radiated from that pretty face.<em>Oh for FUCK’s SAKE!</em>And then Belinda’s shirt tore, and several things happened at once.<br/><br/>She stumbled forward, and her body slammed into Tserin’s, while her arms whipped forward. As she instinctively grabbed onto something to steady herself, her hands found Tserin’s ass, and her fingers pressed into it. It was a glorious feeling, to suddenly be free, and have her fingers poking into a perfect posterior.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the top half of her body was also in motion, and Tom certainly appreciated the sight of four breasts mashing into each other, the way they all moved and squished and heaved.  But Belinda’s focus was on the mouth. Not that she was quite tall enough to kiss Tserin on the lips without a little help. But she could kiss the underside of her chin. She could run her tongue along the jawbone. She could suck on that gorgeous, tender throat.