<strong>Charlene<br/>Location: Upstairs candlelit bedroom<br/>Tag: Jack, Janice</strong><br/><br/>"Oh yeah," Charlene muttered, almost out loud, almost a whisper, as Janice's tongue made contact with the lips of her pussy. It was the moistest tickle she could get from another person. As Janice continued to explore, Charlene closed her eyes, feeling the way the Asian girl's tongue felt in the beginning of her moist love tunnel. Like static discharging, she felt the tingly sensation as the tongue felt upon her soft folds in a circular motion, relaxing her even more. She wondered how the pleasure would feel when Jack finally ripped Janice's hymen apart. Her pussy would be the comfort, the pillow Janice could scream into, delve deeper into. Whatever pain the girl felt, Charlene would feel the opposite.<br/><br/>Charlene squeezing her breasts and twisted and pinched her nipples until they were hard. She gave a seductive glance at Jack, biting her lip to tease him with a sultry image.