Fatima and Ms. Sex Our futa-jizz dribbled down her features, some dripping on to her breasts. My nipples tingled, rubbing into Querciola’s nubs. We were done with this game. What should we do? I sucked so hard, my cheeks hollowing. I burst to the surface, my black hair matted to my slender form. Rita’s ear as she flexed beneath me, her butt-cheeks squeezing on my dick. “Drink your fill. I was about to lose. Was it a Winter futa on my side, or a Summer futa on the side of my sister? “Oh, this is wonderful,” the fey groaned, her pussy squeezing and relaxing on our girl-dicks. She didn’t answer me, only moaning and pounding my asshole. “Deidre!” whimpered my sister. She groaned in delight as my mind raced. Spurts of white jizz splashed across the fey’s nut-brown skin. I loved the pleasure surging through my body. Fatima and Ms. Orgasmed. It was so incredible to feel. And it was time to use it and defeat the futa-cop before she could take down any Summer futas. Rita, right? Then when she stopped, it bled out of me.
