Nothing wrong with being down with the muff diving, but we all told each other everything. She gave me such pleasure. I gasped, my cock throbbing. Mary became a futa, too. I hugged Mary tight to me, her round breasts rubbing into my tits. I was a futa, too. Or she could fold. Shannon’s tongue helped, my pussy drank in the sensation. “Ooh, that was good.”
“Yeah,” Sarah said, stroking her cock. I would become a futa, too. “You’re just a pussy-licking fiend.”
Mary winked at her. Mary sighed, pushing up her glasses. She bit her lip and then she pulled off her top and threw it in, her small breasts little mounds topped by dark-olive nipples. “Call!”
“Pair of sevens,” said Shannon, flipping around her cards. Britney’s salty seed filled my mouth. She threw in Shannon’s boy shorts for the bet. Where were my tingles in my pussy when I thought about him?
