|
Sundae Girl surveys the room. Her lips are slick with what she’s received from Bruce, but she’s revved up and ready for more. In the dark, a Dwellar starts to whisper into her ear. She has no idea who this is, but from what she feels pressing into her thigh, this is not a lady with a low voice.
Now this Dwellar is promising her all sorts of treats, and she feels herself getting even more excited. He slips a thigh between her legs to let her grind away while he teases her verbally.
She isn’t even sure of the hands on her breasts and the mouth on her nipples are the same person, but the cunning linguist in her ear makes her moan regardless, “Please, please!”
As she bucks and writhes she feels something slick introduced where something slick has been before, but never in a multiple situation. Oh. My. Goodneess. I’d love it if someone else would take over the description…
|