<span style="font-weight: bold">Samantha</span><br/><br/>“Jules,” Samatha laughs, curled up on the couch, “you’re supposed to sit<span style="font-style: italic">with me</span>,” she says, petting the sofa beside her. Her belly is far tighter than before, indeed, she might now be mistaken for pregnant - save for the powerful banding, squeezing action of her stomachmuscles, clearly visible where her belly bulges from the folds of her dress.<br/><br/>“I took care of him,” she murmurs, meaning<span style="font-style: italic">crushed to death</span>, as you sit and she slides back against you. “That kind of threesome can be fun, but it didn’t seem<span style="font-style: italic">romantic</span>enough for tonight,” she continues, snuggling down into you, the weight of her powerful body and its densely-compacted meal squeezing you into the rich leather of the couch.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Naomi</span><br/><br/>“Ohhh, mmmm,” Naomi moans, as Jess’s head presses between her thighs, the girl’s tongue lapping at her gash. “Fuck, you’re good at this - oh!” She barks, as the bridge of Jess’s nose grinds her clit. “Deeper, Jess,” Naomi demands, her legs wrapping Jess’s pert butt and pressing it closer, even as her fingers fist in Jess’s hair and pull. “I need you deeper,” she cries, as Jess’s skull begins to slip into the sexy, wet opening of Naomi’s tunnel, adding its own pulsing suction to the inexorable pull.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">3#1d6, 5, 2, 1, using 5… good success</span><br/><br/>With a groan, as much of pain as pleasure, Naomi’s muscles force Jess’s shoulders up into the tight confines of her pussy. Slowly, Jess begins to slide upwards, pinning her arms against her sides as her full breasts are mashed and massaged by Naomi’s pulsing tunnel. A smart college girl like Jess’d would’ve definitely figured out what was happening by now, Naomi thought  - how long before she knew there was<span style="font-style: italic">nothing</span>she could do to stop it?