They switched. Vespera mounted him reverse, her tight, cool pussy hovering just above his cock while Lisa straddled his face, lowering her dripping cunt onto his eager tongue. Vespera sank down only halfway—her silky walls gripping just the head and a few inches—then began tiny, shallow bounces. The tight ring of her entrance squeezed and released in a maddening rhythm. At the same time, Lisa ground her thick, juicy pussy against his mouth, feeding him her sweet nectar while her heavy breasts rested on his abs, leaking steadily.
The sensations layered into pure overload: Vespera's icy tightness teasing only the most sensitive part of his cock, Lisa's warm, fertile folds smothering his face and tongue, both women moaning and touching each other above him. Vespera's tail continued its prostate massage. Lisa's hands reached back to pinch her own nipples, spraying milk across Trevor's torso.
