Carmen licked Glen's prick as if his cockshaft was a candy-cane. She lapped at his prickhead as if his cocktip was a scoop of strawberry ice-cream on top of a cone. "Sweet baby," she murmured. "Angel. Oh, I could just eat you up!"

Glen watched her, panting, twisting his head, licking his flushed lips. "Oh, man, that feels good! Oh, man! Oh, jeez!"

Carmen giggled, licking his cock up and down as he squirmed and muttered. Then, all at once, she released his cock, letting his prick whack down against his tight brown belly. She swung round and tugged at Liz's legs. "Come on, honey. Off with the clothes again. This stud would just love to get his cock into you. Wouldn't you, angel?"

"Huh?" Glen said, his eyes opening wide.

Carmen reached up and unsnapped Liz's jeans. "You'd like to fuck this sexy blond lady, wouldn't you, handsome?" She glanced over her shoulder at Glen.

Glen sat up, his prick pounding his flat belly, his cockhead tapping his navel. "Oh, man! Heck!"

"See?" Carmen said to Liz. "He wants you, darling. And he's got a really hot cock stick. Ooh, nearly burnt my lips!" She pulled Liz's pants down.

Liz stepped out of them obediently. She unbuttoned her blouse, her fingers trembling. Her mind was a blank. The room was strange, alien. She knew only that what she was doing was necessary, something destined, a command. She felt content, compliant, willing to obey the voice that directed her. And she felt excited. As soon as she had stepped out of her jeans, she was aware of streams of hot pussyjuice gliding down the insides of her thighs from crotch to knees. Her cunt ached, burned, throbbed, and seemed to suck at the air. Her blouse drifted to the floor.