Gabrielle was a wild fury between Lisa's legs. The noises of her devouring the darkhaired beauty's pussy was lewd in the extreme. When Lisa came, her long tongue extended, penetrating the velvet passage in it's orgasmic throes. Slurping down all of Lisa's wetness like thirsty person lost in a desert, her tongue seemed to dance across the inside of Lisa's pussy everywhere. It was moving so fast it seemed to everywhere at once even.
"I know I do," Fleur answered haughtily.
Rocking her hips against her wife's hand, she soon reached out to rest her hands on the other woman's breasts. It was both to steady herself and to please Allyson. Caressing the lovely globes tenderly, she couldn't help but rake her nails against the nipples carefully.