“Shannon!” Mary squealed, her eyes going wide behind her glasses. “What are you doing?” Shannon moaned. “Well, of course, twenty seconds,” Mary said. “Get her!” I moaned. Her salty precum spilled into my mouth. Her eyes squeezed shut. Her tongue flew up and down my folds. “I’ll raise another twenty seconds.”
That was forty seconds of heaven. “And I only have two,” said Sarah, glancing down at her panties and her nightie top. The passion spilling across her face was such a palpable thing to witness. She whimpered, her boobs jiggling. I trembled, my legs quivering. “No shit,” giggled Shannon Baker. I had a few favorites, but Futanari Mom’s was a new imprint. She pressed against my membrane, finding that hole in the center and wiggling into my pussy a bit. Her tongue swirled around the tip. We all gasped, staring at her as she leaned on her back and shoved her panties up her legs, exposing a shaved pussy peeking between her thighs. Fold.”
It came to Mary. “I should be freaked out about Britney growing a cock,
