I leaned my wicker muzzle down and lapped my leafy tongue across her pussy, gathering her honey musk. It was so naughty. Another difference between the feyhound vessel and others is that I had my sense of taste. I could feel and see and hear in my vessels, but never taste. And she tasted good. Ooh, that's wicked, she moaned. I felt that. Distantly. Ooh, lick me again. My tongue fluttered out, drawing up her pussy to her taint. Her honey tasted so good. I inhaled, also able to smell in this form, and shivered. Another aroma, india a fresh delight, filled my nose mixing with her honey. desi My own horny flesh. I nuzzled at my own pussy, licking through my own curls. I shivered, distantly feeling the leafy tongue on my pussy while I tasted myself. It was so wicked. It made my wooden cock ache more and more. My tongue flicked up to Aingeal's snatch, fresh delight turning into honey passion. I licked again and again, stimulating my own pussy, caressing my clit and labia. I made Aingeal moan in our shared vessel, her soul quivering against mine as I lapped at her again and again. I pleasured us, drinking our shared juices. It was so delicious. The fresh and honey flavors staining my tongue. I whimpered, my wicker amateur body creaking as I nuzzled tight into her our fleshes. I feasted on us, making us both moan and gasp. My pussy drank in the leafy tongue swabbing across my flesh. I probed my tongue into my pussy. I squealed, stimulating myself. Every lick only made my dick harder. I had to fuck something. I had to fuck Aingeal. Myself. This pussy was so wicked. My tongue fluttered up to her pussy, soaking in her honey delight. “This is so wild,” Aingeal indian moaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, you're making me so wet. And our body... Our body needs to fuck something. Us!” “Fuck, yes!” grunted Daddy. It means the woman will leave. It’s not like that desi though-‘ “You look so pretty Ma'am I wish I could try amateur on a new dress just once more.” she said wistfully. Apparently not well enough, for Bianca’s eyes caught mine. Is that how india it’s pronounced? She had told me to stop by to make up the class indian I’d missed. but was looking at James every chance she got. He stopped, withdrew his hand, and after licking his fingers, he scooted out from under me and got to his pussy feet. I was working myself into her and inch at a time and around 7 inches I hit bottom just like Sherry’s, so I stopped, to let her adjust to this all new sensation.