With the last article of clothing dropping to the floor, Clare leaned in and pressed her full warm wet lips up against Alma's lips, slipping her long thick slick demoness tongue into Alma's muzzle in a deep, passionate kiss that seem to go on forever, finally, with one last playful smile to her sister, Clare stood up and leaned Alma up onto her plump juicy ass before gripping each of Alma's hands and slid them into the warm wet glistening flesh cave of her maw, coating her hand and forearms with thick ropes of saliva that drooled down from the roof of her gaping maw, giving Alma a pleasant view of her wrists sinking down the warm wet rippling flesh tunnel of her throat with an wet audible squishing sound as she pulled more of her into her deep seducing warmth.