Gabrielle still sat as if in a daze, unable to focus on what was happening around her. She made no move to stop the actions taking place, only sat there as her body was kissed. As she felt a presence nearing her pussy, she leaned back against Allyson, trying to raise her pussy towards what she knew would help her.
Dissappearing out the door, Fleur didn't return until minutes later. A small plate in one hand and a fork in the other, there was a slender slice of cheesecake on the plate. Scooping the filling of the cake off the crust, the older Veela did not care for the crust. She was terribly wasteful, but also wealthy so she did not care in the slightest. Frowning as she watched the two Turpins, she sauntered over and snatched up one of her wife's hands.
"One of you are supposed to be feeding her," she pointed out as she placed the hand between her own wet, sticky thighs.