Mr Mulch's Magic Mixtures

Annette moaned passionately while ripples of lust-incited enchantment convulsed her smooth, sensuous flesh. She began to pant explosively and drew back her legs, thrusting her crotch upward lewdly to bring the magic tongue tighter into the quivering center of her body. Madeleine was gasping, sucking air in short surges, never breaking the fervent, swirling contact of her eager mouth, tongue and lips. Even her nose was buried, immersed in the moist, pink, velvety flesh of Annette's now steaming cunt. "Ooohhhh… Oooohhh… cherie! It's too much… I can't stand it!" Annette wailed. "Oooohhhhhh…!" Her voice died away in a strangled mixture of sob and sigh and then broke out once more in a thin, high pitched whine as her passion began to overflow all bounds she had ever known and swept through her loins with the raging fury of a prairie fire. She twisted in the grip of her sweet agony, jerked and writhed, but didn't break with the open, sucking mouth glued to her cunt, while the flickering, enrapturing tongue played like summer lightning over her clitoris, sending the sharp forks of jagged electricity through her body to her confused, if, elated brain ...»