Princesscum – Begging For A Creampie, No Pulling Out Allowed

I got on my knees behind Felicity, letting my hard cock fall on Alison’s forehead. “It gets a little soft. OK, enough! Felicity urged me to come in so she could shut the door. “Alison’s pussy juice,” she said. I took long strokes in and out of her, intensely feeling every tiny movement, while she lapped at Felicity’s pussy, and Felicity caressed and cupped my testicles, licking me now and then as a distraction from Alison’s clitoris. Will that be OK?”
“Sounds great,” said my enfant terrible. Then Felicity sat up and reached under Alison’s skirt, pulling at her undies. I attempted to push the obvious analogy from my mind. That very afternoon, Felicity did come by to see the book, after an amiable conversation on a wide range of topics. Still fully clothed, she unzipped and undid, to expose me before her in all my sensitive secret vulnerability. “It turns out that your star pupil has been contemplating combinations of things.”
“Things.”
“Sure. Her bicycle stood at the