Flicking and probing, he teased her folds unmercifully. Trena nearly screamed. She could feel his rough whiskers abrading her soft thighs. His breath ...as hot, and his tongue strong. When he probed under her clitoral hood, she screamed out his name. He wanted her wild with need. Jeff brought her to orgasm many times, only to deny her release. Abandoning her clit, he pushed his entire tongue up into her wet cunt and felt her muscles contract around it. Her juices were flowing so rapidly that his. Her pubic hair was plaited and threaded with small bones. She seemed wholly oblivious of her nakedness. ‘Surely it is because you are in communion with the spirits that you are the shaman,’ Ivory said. ‘That’s what I’d like people to believe and my first instruction to you is to ensure that no one thinks otherwise,’ the shaman said with a conspiratorial smile, ‘but how can I commune with the spirits when they don’t exist?’ Ivory gasped. This was blasphemy indeed. It was worse than blasphemy: it. His self-disgust overruled anysympathy he had for deserting the poor woman, whoever she was. He wassuddenly determined to get back to being in his own body and leavingwithout waking her. However, that could be a big problem, as they wereobviously still swapped! How could he swap back without waking her?A plan formed in his mind, and he waddled over to the dressing table,desperately trying to ignore the feeling of his post-orgasmic pussyleaking into his dripping wet panties as his fat thighs. Another glob of spit came down, and this one landed in Steffie’s mouth.“Hey, I’m a good shot, aren’t I?” said Dave, laughing. Before Steffie could answer, Dave ran his cock all over Steffie’s face, smearing the saliva until Steffie’s face was practically glistening with spit. Dave plunged his fat, hard cock back into Steffie’s mouth, ordering Steffie to start sucking again.Steffie resumed sucking, using his tongue to put pressure on the underside of Dave’s cock, burying Dave’s cock in his mouth.