"Mmm, that feels so good, babe. I love having it licked out by a guy, or girl!" Sara said.Jack was unaware that Christine was stood several feet away,...leaning against his desk and watching her own stepbrother lick her best friend's cunt.The sight of it alone was making her wet, as Sara looked over at her and smiled; even going so far as to give Christine a bit of a cheeky wink.Christine's hand drew down to between her own thighs. She began to rub her own pussy, it was soaking wet watching them,. Three or four minutes later, she added the chopped mushrooms and a liberal grind of salt and pepper. And then, after another couple of minutes, she added half a cup of cream. ‘Damn. I meant to add some thyme,’ she said. ‘Oh well … better late than never.’ And she plucked a sprig of fresh thyme from a pot on the windowsill and stripped the tiny leaves into the gently simmering mushroom mixture. ‘You’re quite the little Master Chef,’ I said. Eloise laughed. ‘I wouldn’t say that. But I do like. I’m going to flood your mouth. Flood mine. I love girl-cum. It’s so wonderful.The lesbian futanari’s entire body convulsed. Her orgasm exploded through her. Jizz spurted into the ghost mouth while her pussy spasmed about Sayuri’s probing fingers. Yoshiko howled about the dick in her mouth, muffling her passion.Hot bowels clenched on her fingers. Cum erupted into her mouth.Yoshiko and the futa-ghost writhed as they shared their orgasm. Pleasure boiled through Yoshiko’s mind. She gasped and. She was pale but that only made her even more striking. Her dark features contrasted against the paleness of her skin. A litany of freckles unfolded across her cheeks, caressing her bare shoulders.“Strip,” he commanded, his gaze unfaltering.Jane looked to him with apprehension and slowly began to undress. Sven’s gaze followed her hand as she slid her dress over her head, exposing her creamy breasts. She felt her nipples harden and softly grazed them with her hand. She stood there in front of.