“Don’t ask, just do it. You’ll love it, I promise!” giggled Claire, bouncing up and down with glee.Alison did as she was told. As she stuck he... tongue out, she smelt the scent of hot sweaty buttocks in her face, then heard the sound of a little squelch, as something sweet and lovely was deposited onto her tongue. She opened her eyes in astonishment. “Oh, you are such a slut!” she giggled, as she savoured the taste of Claire’s offering: cream, sugar, lemon, and little crunchy bits of meringue. Indigo did most of my work. He’s the best tattoo artist in the country, but he’ll tell you he’s world renowned.”“Will it sting?” Raelynn ran a finger over the crimson indentation marking her inner thigh.“You can handle it, hun. Maybe even grow to love it.”Indigo“Well, technically I’m not open… buuut it’s fucking Pride week, so I do have some appointments.” Indigo’s purple latex-clad hand cradled the phone to his ear.“What can Indi do for the one and only Crystal Evans?” There was a pause. “How. I fingered her soaking wet cunt as deep and as fast as I could. I could feel her pussy quiver and contract, and I knew she was already getting off. After she wrapped her slender fingers around my fat cock, I saw Eric grab her other hand and put it on his stiffie too. With my other hand, I reached behind her neck and pulled the tie, and her bra fell down, revealing her proud firm breasts, with her nipples jutting out erect and proud. I felt each one, giving them a squeeze and a pinch, and she. He felt his pleasure increasing, flowing, takingover every inch of his body. He felt his panties becoming damp with hisfeminine juices. Orgasm had to be near.He tried to induce climax by fantasizing about something... anything... hethought of Amber, with her flowing blonde hair and sexy southern accent,wearing her powder blue baby doll... he thought of Lola and her enormousbreasts, her tanned skin, her tight and revealing clothing... he thoughtabout the two of them making out, undressing each.