So just let me give you some relief.”
I gasped as my mother grabbed my futa-cock. “Just stay right there, Johana,” my mom said. Guilt rippled hot through me as I sat up, wiping at my lips. If you read your partner, futas, she’ll be more likely to let you get that prize. “Face each other,” Mom said. Tanisha led her two “sex slaves” for the week out of the auditorium by their leashes and collars. Lap around the edges of her pussy lips. “Keep riding my futa-daughter’s cock. My pussy clenched as her tongue swirled around the spongy crown of my dick. All it did was leave me horny. My tongue begged to lick her. My pussy convulsed. Good thing I had the shot, or I’d be pregnant for sure.”
“Damn, you are lucky,” Michele said. I couldn’t breathe. I could hear the other students shifting on their seats as I ran my tongue up and down Genevieve’s delicious pussy. The redheaded futa-administrator stood at the podium surrounded by us students.
