Rose Marie and Widowmaker Go Further

Widowmaker plunges her c0ck into Rose Marie's receptive mouth. She forms a vacuum tight seal with her lips around the shaft and begins bobbing her head ferociously, yearning for her first taste of futa nectar. She's never experienced it before, but was told by her good friend, Kojika, that it tastes nothing like the leavings of a man: more like syrup and cotton candy. She doesn't want to drain her possibly illusionary lover's member before being ridden hard and wet by it. She just wants a taste... out of curiosity. 

      RM's determined to satisfy other curiosities and peels off WM's stubbornly tight-fitting right boot, revealing any equally beautiful pale blue sole to the one she exposed earlier. She's angling for a way to bring those sumptuous soles close to her lips for a tongue bathing intensely longed for by both parties. 

   WM arches her back and raises a fish-netted right leg to her face. From here she has the optimal angle of view of spreading and wiggling long toes that fight to be free of stockinged confinement.  WM's has some experience with being a liberator in such situations and she tears open the sheer netting separating her from her true desire now. She presses a blue nose up against a dry and heretofore unblemished lower extremity. She whiffs it's perfumed and pheromone laden aroma and is brought instantly to peak arousal. With tongue moistened lips she lays claim to what is offered to her and decorates RM's sole with red kiss marks, before soaking it to a glistening sheen with here drool-laden tongue....all the while reeling from sensuous attentions being delivered to her down below. She finally removes her visor, revealing a noble blue mane of cropped hair. 

     A parting gift for those leaving this community at the end of the month and a reminder that this is THE profile to tune into for the SPICIEST narration. You are welcome to return as I continue to endeavor to make the visuals on par with the writing.