<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/03/Innocenza1mug.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Innocenza Immacolata Bianca Castellesi<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Tourist<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Glaze Bakery<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Teeny triangle bikini, see thru cover up, crown of flowers<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rachel, Izzy, Natsumi, Open<br/><br/>Spit dripped from every engorged pink esker and ridge, so wet that her hands couldn't find the grip to pump, only slip and graze. There was no edging, no prolonging of pleasure. Her one role was to plaster Rachel. The drool cascading up their hostess' face she treated as a palette to keep her slender digits and fat organs wet, picking up a fresh coat with a degrading wipe that treated the pretty bridge of the woman's nose as a crude trap to scoop away spit. Her fingers toyed with the pink tongue greedy to taste her, to coax out a little more. A little more, glistening and thick on her, dangling from the triplets' banana curves too viscous to drip free.<br/><br/>A hot white dollop of cream broke over Rachel's throat. "Hn." Eyes screwed shut, the soft features of Innocenza's face concentrated on a sudden effort as demanding as the pumping of her own heart, she eased back on her toes hoping to leave the breasts to Izzy. A rope warm like paraffin wax grazed Rachel's ear and pooled in her clavicle. With all three girls so stimulated and gorgeous bodies pressing in all around, there was going to be far too much cum to restrain herself to Rachel's face. Izzy would just have to deal.<br/><br/>"Ecco che arriva." The twitching, seizing action of release, coming like a bass thump from Innocenza's core, played against Rachel's lips. There was plenty for her tongue to chase down each erupting length. Too much jism to erupt from too narrow an opening. One cock was sputtering, spilling into Rachel's mouth even as its rocketing release was making the drama teacher flinch in her thong and asking Izzy to take evasive maneuvers. "Tutto su di voi."<br/><br/>The fat arc that sailed up as high as her shoulders took the most out of Innocenza. That had been the doing of Rachel's tongue. So many more crashed in molasses waves over Rachel's smile, splattered down a throat asked to swallow the impossible while upside-down and gangbanged, beaded like pearls around her collar. With a lilting, musical heave for breath, Innocenza finally came down off her toes. Much of the cum streaking her arms and tummy was not her own. She watched it sail in from the cocks crowded around to further douse the prime real estate of the baker's face, and helpfully drew Rachel's hair back, appreciating the drowned blue flower there. "Don't choke now, darling. Your throat belongs to the next lucky girl in line."