Hissing as the fingers inside her increased in speed, Fleur never got any other words out. What she did get out was a high-pitched cry as she came around the fingers working her. Knees growing weak, she slumped forward against her wife, still clinging to the other woman's breasts.
All of Gabrielle's hard work was for naught as Lisa rolled away from her. The end of her long tongue was still clasped in the older girl's clenching pussy. What she wasn't getting was her needed sustenance of Lisa's pussy juices. Not letting Lisa escape, the tiny blonde charged after the other girl. Tackling her waist, she lifted her legs up with inhuman strength and held them up as her face descended upon the now face-level pussy before her. Plumbing Lisa's depths even deeper then before, the frenzy continued...