She could feel the tensing and flexing in that already quivery softness, and Marin moaned against it, lapping even more eagerly at Adeni’s growing dampness.  Her arms reached up to steady the shuddering woman, holding her up so she wouldn’t fall and hurt herself, and more importantly, not pull away from her needy tongue and throat.<br/><br/>Without even trying to make it sensual, Marin slid her tongue out and then in, pushing, straining, and wriggling to get it as deep inside that soft warm liquid silk glove, feeling and tasting the hot syrupy nectar that was already trickling over her tongue and down her throat from Adeni’s heated insides.<br/><br/>It didn’t take very long for those spasms to be echoed through Marin’s young and very tender body, her own tight sex squeezing and rippling along Keya’s eager tongue.  It felt like the little steady stream of Adeni’s hot juice was running straight through her and out into Keya’s mouth.  It was by far the most erotic sensation Marin had ever experienced, and to experience it here, at the mouths and hands of two complete strangers, in a room full of other women watching…<br/><br/>Marin gasped and groaned and finally shivered from head to toe, her tongue jamming forward and going rigid as she all but screamed into that tight little pussy mashed against her lips and face, her own release exploding form within her, and gushing out to liberally provide Keya with a warm flood of slippery hot Marinjuice.<br/><br/>She shook and shuddered and moaned and screamed her pleasure directly into Adeni’s body, her tongue flashing like a writhing eel, slapping in and out of that delectable place without rhythm or purpose, merely to move and feel and be there.<br/><br/>Marin might have been the first to lose control in this little triangle of lust, but she wasn’t going to be the only.