"You veel eet, oui? Our vairy vet pussies grinding together?" she asked her wife seductively.
Their wet folds slipped against each other, back and forth. It wasn't as intense as a tongue or engorged clit, but it was fun in the way it slowly built to orgasm. Lisa was rather quiet, however. Reaching out, she pinched her lover's nipples.
"Do you feel zat? Allee-zen ees een trouble!"
Reaching out with her mind, she silently questioned the older Turpin sister if she was alright in thought alone. Inviting Allyson to join them to talk about it. Fondling her wife's breasts, she never stopped her grinding.
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Mrs. Delacour sat up with a start, the shock of what had happened settling back in. Leaping to her feet, she began to pace in agitation. Her Veela pheramones were being released full blast, a natural defense response. The blonde matriarch didn't once register the presence of her rival.
"Un tel comportement vulgaire!" Such vulgar behavior!