Her warm juices were trickling down her thigh."Like what you see?" a sweet voice inquired.Cindy stumbled back, noticing Anya standing face to face wit... her. With raised eyebrows, Anya questioned, "What are you doing in my apartment?"Stuttering, Cindy found it hard to explain. She'd forgotten her original purpose was to ask her to turn her music down. Out of lust, her new purpose was get off on watching Anya get off. Of course, Cindy couldn't tell Anya that.Finally, the right words came out.. Aaaahhh. Don't just move your fingers in and out like a cock. Feel around inside me, use some pressure." He did as instructed and she moaned louder. He kept at it, enjoying himself and what he was doing to her. Her moans and cries built in a crescendo, until she yelled out in orgasm. He continued licking as she panted to get her breath back, but she pushed him away. "Mmmm, you're doing such a good job, but now I want your cock inside."Matt nodded and moved upwards along her naked form, getting. Then she moaned in a shaky, excited way as he saw the striped ass buck forward. Her elbows supported her, and the tiger's front paws were on the ground. "Aaaagh, oh fuuuuuuuck." Now that he saw how much Gina was enjoying this strange experience, his sense of jealousy was replaced by pleasure at her happiness.He felt as though they were both casting away yokes of inhibition. Instead of owning each other, he and Gina were trying to find ways both could enjoy the passionate instincts both felt. It. "Oh, do let me," he giggled. "I was a careless youth, tucked away in a British orphanage at the tender at of seven. My uncle cared little for children. He would have nothing to do with me after my parents were good enough to die. Have you ever seen the warehouses, those asylums that Christian charity bestows upon the unfortunate children of the world?"He stopped, seeming to wait for some response from her. When she failed to make a sound, he giggled insanely."No?" he said, rubbing his hands.