Their mouths met.

Jacquette blended into Chiquita's form. They breathed together in heat.

"Mfgh."

Chiquita next drooled all over Chiquita's face as she licked down her nose.

Then broke the embrace. Stepped back, shot forth her hips enticingly.

Jacquette fell back into Jacoby's arms as she watched Chiquita move.

"In the groove now, Jacquette," Jacoby said. "Ah. I like to feel your cool nude ass right up against the head of my pecker."

"Unh."

"Speechless, Jacquette?"

"Uh uh uh."

"Like it when the tip of the prick goes right across the opening of your ass there? Then how about-little lower, bend over-I can get it right at the twatlips here."

Chiquita undid the knots of her draped blouse. The material fell away.

A pair of blimps big as baby pigs oinked the snouts of their nipples out over the lace trim of the half-cup pushup brassiere Chiquita wore. Nips dark and hard.

"Like that, Jacquette? I do," Jacoby chuckled. "And you gotta like the way my dingdong peeps in at you from behind."

"Sure, coach."

Chiquita tittered and came up close to Jacquette. She reached behind her back and took hold of the catch of her bra.

Her tits throbbed out. Up into Jacquette's face. Poked her eyeballs.

Blinded by nipples, Jacquette scratched out with her-teeth.

Her mouth menaced the boobmeat. Her hands creamed the flesh.

Chiquita hitched up her hiney at the tickle of the other woman's mouth between her tits. Began to hump midair as she whined.

Jacquette shimmied her hiney as she felt Jacoby's dong squirm up and down between the cheeks. The prick dropped lower.

Speared her between the legs.

"Oooooh."

The cockmeat cruised the space between the entrance to her cunt and the pucker of her rump. Slipping and sliding.

"I can't stand it."

"Then don't stand at all. On your knees, Jacquette. Chiquita, on Jacquette."