You turn to look at Marie, but the shadows creeping up around you have already engulfed her. My. Once you’re sufficiently lubricated in her gag-spit, she makes a lewd slurping noise as her lips slowly withdraw up the length of your shaft, her cheeks starting to bulge a little as she sucks up all the precum and sloppy throat juice. Now. White top over black underwear? Marie, however, has other plans. In a few scant seconds, everything returns to a calming void and you find yourself standing once again in the endless data mining liminal space. Your big sister unbuckles her seatbelt, stretching in what limited space the car allows for. “Mooooooom, Marie is being gross and John has my water, make him give it to me!”
“Rose, I love you darling, but please, give me a break,” Clara says, voice strained. Her enormous mammaries get caught under the shirt and rise, and rise until finally slapping down with a loud *smack* against her bare midriff. Grabbing and tilting your cock vertically, she hovers her head over it and slowly drools all over the tip, allowing the warm spit to dribble down and coat your shaft.
