Freya helped Melody to push her jeans and the boys boxer briefs she was wearing down her legs the assistance and the implication of it just making her even hotter, another hard twinge deep on her centre. Her hand moved to play over her lips, feeling how deliciously wet she was, hoping that Melody would take over. She parted her legs as much as she could waving her ass a little in the process, which she meant to be enticing, yet thought as she did it that it likely looked more than a little ridiculous. Having her hand on her pussy however, under the circumstances was utterly, unspeakably, glorious.<br/><br/>Her tongue, buoyed up and encouraged by the delicious noises and demands coming from the other end of the bed, slipped into Morgan, Freya burying her face in the wet musky folks. Her nose brushed against Morgan's button, then again and again as the British girl's tongue teased and explored and lapped. Slipping in and out and around.