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That's one thing Mila loves about her — Sara's hands.

Right now they're cased with chunky, white-gold rings that are fake, just like the the delicate, metallic butterfly clasped in a white-gold spiral to Sara's upper, left arm.

Mila remembers her mentioning Sara's dance recital in a couple of hours, which explains the glimmery, ornate dress and the ivory layers of tulle crinkling and gathering up Sara's legs.

She's beautiful, masquerading as a enchanting, spring nymph, and undulates her lower body aimed towards Mila's laptop camera. Sara has tugged off her panties and her hose, with a loveable wink, going completely nude under the flowery, handsewn costume-dress.

Sara's vaginal lips gleam-wet and clench against the rainbow-colored sex toy, vibrating inside her. Mila watches her with stunned, hungry awe as the other woman lifts her hips, moaning.

Oh, she loves her.

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Yuri on Ice isn't mine. Prompt from yoikinkmeme: "MILA/SARA + NSFW, SKYPE CALLS" and thoughts/comments are deeply appreciated!