Taylor Vixen & Avy Scott, Lesbian Fetish Play

She was Twenty-One years old, and perfectly entitled to wear whatever she chose. But still she hid. It had taken Brunette her three whole weeks to pluck up the courage to enter the shop, and she had quickly left without buying when she saw what was inside. Although there were lots of pretty lingerie in the window, it was a sex shop in all but name, with racks of magazines and sex toys openly fetish displayed. The lingerie section was at the Big Boobs back, but she never made it. Embarrassed beyond belief, she turned around and headed straight back out. There were men inside, blonde and she remembered their wry smiles and amused expressions. She didn`t know what was going through their minds and decided that she didn`t want to know. It was erotic seedy and horrible. But it was the only place in town where she could buy what she wanted. Mail order was out of the question to avoid nosy parents, so she had to go back. “Yeah, I love you, too.” "There's something I need to talk to you about." Meanwhile, I was intently focused on her perfect teenage body. She slowly rocked back and forth and started moaning. More sperm begins to be sprayed, this time hitting my face and neck. I shuddered, my hands squeezing her tits through her tank top. Never had they seen such radical boob swinging action anywhere. Mrs. North stood there naked. My face fetish was not clearly feminine, kind of in between masculine and Big Boobs feminine. He fumbled his hands around "a-are you sure we should be-" I grabbed his cute little face and dug my tongue in, savoring his hot breath.. “Damn you to hell my Lord!” Brunette Dawkins swore. Then they all looked to her, I said don’t blame her. “Fill me with your seed.” I blonde thought, damn - erotic not so turned on as I guessed. Her earrings were a perfect match for her dress. I’m not sure, but she may have even cum. I’m dragged out to a stage in front of more than a hundred people. I found out she was pregnant, and she looked into my eyes with a look of fear that I was going to walk out on her. I melted into it. “Ethan, the same Ethan that I’ve seen walking along the corridor?” The girl’s father was pretty pissed at what they were about to do.” “What's the results?” I gasped.