Theresa happily obeyed the orders, watching with widened eyes as the body below her buckled in spastic waves. With her own pussy warming into a torrent, she lowered her mouth and licked at the wet mess developing between Frieda’s shaking legs. “Mmmmmm,” Theresa groaned, caught off-guard by the sweetness, the softness.
She licked harder and Frieda’s screams grew louder. She watched as she clawed at the carpet, then reached over and tugged at her ears.
“Yessss, I am there! I am the place where I want to be! Yessss!” The spectacle was almost too much. Theresa re-aligned her body above Frieda’s so they could...
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