First Buttcrack Story
When I was little, I went to a friend's birthday party. We'll call her Alisson (I liked her). She was wearing an outfit that consisted of a small, bright fuchsia sequined crown, a basic pastel pink tank top, and a rather voluminous, bright pink tulle tutu skirt. She completed the look with light pink summer sandals with buckle closures, and as a final touch, she wore tight black leggings under the skirt, which kept slipping down with every movement, revealing her butt crack and white panties with colorful polka dots.
When I arrived at the birthday party, I went to greet my friend. There was a bouncy castle, so we went there to play with the other kids. I was playing with her until she turned her back to me and sat down. I noticed her leggings had slipped down, revealing about seven inches of her buttcrack, and she didn't seem to notice. She kept talking to the other kids, while I stared and sat down behind her.
At one point, my friend was distracted, so I went over to her and started rubbing my finger between her buttcrack. She turned to look at me, but just smiled, let out a soft laugh, and didn't do anything to stop me. So she moved a little closer to me so I could continue. It was amazing. Later, we left the bouncy castle, and she pulled up her leggings, but when she sat down, they fell back down, revealing her rear end again. She was enjoying showing me her butt crack until her mother touched her shoulder and told her to pull up her leggings, which embarrassed her, so she did.
To this day, Alisson and I are still friends, and I have more stories about her, which I'll be posting later.
When I arrived at the birthday party, I went to greet my friend. There was a bouncy castle, so we went there to play with the other kids. I was playing with her until she turned her back to me and sat down. I noticed her leggings had slipped down, revealing about seven inches of her buttcrack, and she didn't seem to notice. She kept talking to the other kids, while I stared and sat down behind her.
At one point, my friend was distracted, so I went over to her and started rubbing my finger between her buttcrack. She turned to look at me, but just smiled, let out a soft laugh, and didn't do anything to stop me. So she moved a little closer to me so I could continue. It was amazing. Later, we left the bouncy castle, and she pulled up her leggings, but when she sat down, they fell back down, revealing her rear end again. She was enjoying showing me her butt crack until her mother touched her shoulder and told her to pull up her leggings, which embarrassed her, so she did.
To this day, Alisson and I are still friends, and I have more stories about her, which I'll be posting later.
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