Being buried under a pile of pussies
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"Okay, girls, have at her!" Miss Glenda says. | "Okay, girls, have at her!" Miss Glenda says. | ||
| - | The girls strip off their leaotards, revealing that their tights all have crotch holes cut in them, exposing their shaved slits. You don't get a lot of time to admire them before the girls are on top of you. One ballerina crouches over your face, mashing her dripping snatch against your mouth. You put your arms around her | + | The girls strip off their leaotards, revealing that their tights all have crotch holes cut in them, exposing their shaved slits. You don't get a lot of time to admire them before the girls are on top of you. One ballerina crouches over your face, mashing her dripping snatch against your mouth. You put your arms around her waist and dig your tongue in between her folds. She tastes so sweet, you poke your tongue in deeper to coax more fluid from her. |
A tongue inserts itself into your twat. You can't see the ballerina who's eating you, not with a hot twat covering your face, but she sure knows how to use her tongue. You find yourself moaning into the pussy you're eating. | A tongue inserts itself into your twat. You can't see the ballerina who's eating you, not with a hot twat covering your face, but she sure knows how to use her tongue. You find yourself moaning into the pussy you're eating. | ||
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Your wrists are grabbed and your hands stuffed into tight, wet pussies. You flex your fingers and hear ballerinas moaning. Then your ankles are grabbed and you feel your feet being encased in pussies. You wiggle your toes as best you can inside their warm recesses. You're glad there's only six of them, because you have nothing left. | Your wrists are grabbed and your hands stuffed into tight, wet pussies. You flex your fingers and hear ballerinas moaning. Then your ankles are grabbed and you feel your feet being encased in pussies. You wiggle your toes as best you can inside their warm recesses. You're glad there's only six of them, because you have nothing left. | ||
| - | You making sicssoring motions with your fingers, flex your feet, and dig in with your tongue. You buck your hips up and down, your new pussy twitching like crazy from the | + | You making sicssoring motions with your fingers, flex your feet, and dig in with your tongue. You buck your hips up and down, your new pussy twitching like crazy from the gonging that you're getting. It's almost overwhleming. A wonderous feeling builds and builds inside you, until you finally overflow with pleasure. Honey spurts from your hot twat, bathing a ballerina's face in your orgasmic fluid. The pussy on your face spills honey over your tongue at the same time, and the taste of her makes you cum all the harder. You feel pussies spasming wildly on your hands and feet and you're amazed that you can all cum together like that without the room catching fire. |
You keep cumming, over and over, waves of pleasure rushing through you. When the waves subside, you're still buried under pussies... | You keep cumming, over and over, waves of pleasure rushing through you. When the waves subside, you're still buried under pussies... | ||
Revision as of 18:19, 2 April 2008
"Okay, girls, have at her!" Miss Glenda says.
The girls strip off their leaotards, revealing that their tights all have crotch holes cut in them, exposing their shaved slits. You don't get a lot of time to admire them before the girls are on top of you. One ballerina crouches over your face, mashing her dripping snatch against your mouth. You put your arms around her waist and dig your tongue in between her folds. She tastes so sweet, you poke your tongue in deeper to coax more fluid from her.
A tongue inserts itself into your twat. You can't see the ballerina who's eating you, not with a hot twat covering your face, but she sure knows how to use her tongue. You find yourself moaning into the pussy you're eating.
Your wrists are grabbed and your hands stuffed into tight, wet pussies. You flex your fingers and hear ballerinas moaning. Then your ankles are grabbed and you feel your feet being encased in pussies. You wiggle your toes as best you can inside their warm recesses. You're glad there's only six of them, because you have nothing left.
You making sicssoring motions with your fingers, flex your feet, and dig in with your tongue. You buck your hips up and down, your new pussy twitching like crazy from the gonging that you're getting. It's almost overwhleming. A wonderous feeling builds and builds inside you, until you finally overflow with pleasure. Honey spurts from your hot twat, bathing a ballerina's face in your orgasmic fluid. The pussy on your face spills honey over your tongue at the same time, and the taste of her makes you cum all the harder. You feel pussies spasming wildly on your hands and feet and you're amazed that you can all cum together like that without the room catching fire.
You keep cumming, over and over, waves of pleasure rushing through you. When the waves subside, you're still buried under pussies...
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| Health | Horny & Female | Location: |
| MP | 0 | |
| Level | 3 | |
