Now her tongue was running over the satin smoothness of each of Pris's asscheeks, and the thrilling, tantalizing scent of the girl's vaginal juices reached her nostrils, making them quiver. It mingled with the fainter scent of her own arousal. Soon she would have this precious girl so thrilled, she would beg for a c**k. And though she was a woman, she had a "c**k" she would be able to supply to the girl.
Joanne snapped her tongue back into her mouth, parting Pris's thighs even wider, and began blowing cool air into her. The air tickled Pris's labia, tantalized her inner labia, and ran up into her hot, burning p***y. Pris groaned and sighed, then gasped as Joanne's tongue moved between her inner thighs, touching her outer cuntlips, lapping the colorless sauce from them, then moving the ton
