Clara and Ashildr’s exploration of their sinful, exhibitionist cravings continue, but Ashildr knows it’s no fun to be all look and no touch…
For a woman who didn’t breathe, Clara Oswald certainly panted a lot as she stood in front of Ashildr in their Tardis’ control room, the immortal girl’s words echoing inside her head.
“Let’s play…”
“Let’s play…”
“Let’s play…”
She bent over, palms on her knees, half giggling, half wheezing, as the thrill of dashing naked through the midnight streets of some strange world buzzed through her.
Her heart didn’t beat, but she felt as if it was racing anyway, non-existent blood rushing through her body, make-believe adrenaline coursing through her nerves.
And she was soaking wet.
Clara bit her lip, feeling her slick pink cunt throb and glisten in the sharp white lights of her home. She was puffy, swollen, hungry, her hairless, greedy slit shamefully hot and wet and pleading with her to take care of it.
Clara hadn’t felt any sensation like it since she’d died, and after months of numb and muted not-quite-life, feeling anything so powerfully was a high unlike any other.
“Ashildr… I don’t know.” She breathed, chewing her lip as her nubile companion prowled around her, grinning from ear to ear.
“Don’t be coy, Clara… you’re soooaaaking wet, and you’ve been teasing your exhibitionist side for months now.” she tutted, waving her sonic screwdriver and allowing Clara’s projected mini-dress to shimmer back into holographic semi-existence. “I’ve seen how hot you get playing things safe, but I can smell how turned on you are after the real thing! Wearing no panties and a short skirt isn’t daring or risky, it’s not what you really want, admit it.”
“It’s… I’m not…” Clara protested, “Look just because I’m a little turned on after you turned off my outfit doesn’t mean I’m an exhibitionist slut.”
“Clara, you’re not a little turned on, you’re making a puddle.” Ashildr cooed, “this is the best you’ve felt in months, maybe years, and it’s because you stopped worrying and doubting and pretending to be a good girl, you listened to me.”
“You’re a bad influence.”
“I’m a humble student of the universe.” Ashildr shrugged, “And if you ask nicely, I’ll share what I’ve learned. Or you can spend the rest of eternity pouting and moping and feeling miserable because you can’t admit that, deep down, you want to burn the rulebook and just do what makes you feel good.”
Clara’s breath hitched as Ashildr gently stroked a palm up her stomach to between her breasts, her touch electrifying, her words inescapably true.
She blew out a long, surrendering sigh and smiled, letting her friend’s hand slide over her perky tit and squeeze playfully.
“Okay… that was really fucking hot.” She admitted.
“And…”
Clara bit her lip. “I want more.”
-o-o-o-
In a matter of moments they travelled across centuries and lightyears, and Clara found herself stepping out of the Diner’s doors to a familiar skyline, though alien in its own way.
New skyscrapers and towers mingled with the familiar London landmarks, and one or two of those old favourites seemed to have disappeared. A gleaming golden archway stood where London Bridge had spanned the Thames, the London Eye had been replaced by a memorial to some tragedy Clara could only speculate on, and where the Houses of Parliament and Big Ben had once stood, a glorious glass complex shined, equal parts botanical garden and futuristic tech showcase.
Within the new Crystal Palace, as Ashildr called it, Clara and her immortal companion made their way to a boutique overlooking an indoor lake with willows and oaks gently rustling in the breeze.
The changing room was, like everything else in the palace, made of perfectly transparent glass, but after Clara’s complaints, Ashildr rolled her eyes, and turned the walls a frosty white with a flick of a button on the wall.
“So what now?” Clara asked, if only to indulge Ashildr’s expectant grin. Just like the Doctor, her friend had a compulsion to look clever, and Clara was happy to play her part and ask all the questions Ashildr so desperately wanted her to ask.
“Holoprojected clothes are fun, but sometimes you need the real thing.” The immortal smiled, clapping her hands. Out of the frosted glass slid a dozen racks of clothes, as easily as if they were passing through water. Dresses, skirts, blouses, shirts, coats, underwear and shoes, all pristine and, from a glance, perfectly sized for Clara. “Try anything you like, the Tardis’ wardrobes are infinite, it’s not like you’ll run out of space.”
“they’re all… real?” Clara reached out and gingerly pulled a cute red minidress off the nearest rack, feeling the fabric under her thumbs as she held it against her body.
“Real as can be, and all pre-tailored to you. The boutique scans us as we come in, takes our measurements, and prepares a full selection of complimentary styles and colours from its inventory.” Ashildr shrugged her shoulders and her tiny black dress fell away from her body into a limp pile at her feet. She gave Clara a moment to stare in amazement, showing off her tight body with a twirl, before winking. “All of their products are self-sizing too, which makes them a breeze to take off. Just think and they’ll obey.”
Clara stared at the red dress in awe and imagined it growing to twice its size. In an instant, instead of a scandalously tiny slip of scarlet, she was desperately trying to keep a blanket-sized mass of soft silk from pouring out of her arms.
Ashildr laughed as Clara was overwhelmed by her gigantic dress, ending up looking like a bright red ghost, and began perusing the racks for something for herself.
Clara surfaced from the red fabric with a gasp. “How big do these things get!?”
Ashildr poked her head out from the line of lingerie she was admiring. “It’s the 32nd century, this boutique caters to hundreds of species from Palaeomicrus to Stellar-Giganta. That dress could be skimpy on a woman the size of a fingernail, or cover every last inch of someone big enough you could swim in her bellybutton.” She paused and sighed fondly, “I should do that again.”
Clara huffed and tried to dig herself loose before thinking better of it and picturing the dress slimming down to its normal size.
With a quiet ‘whoosh!’ and a yelp, she found herself flat on her back with the silk hugging her every curve like paint, her tits practically spilling out of its neckline and her bare legs suddenly naked in the cool air.
She stood and admired herself in the mirrors. The dress was gorgeous, and it made her ass look just delicious, barely managing to cling over her cheeks and nestling into the crease between her ass and thighs. She leaned forwards and giggled, watching as her butt popped free and the glistening mound of her cunt came into view.
Ashildr wolf-whistled, re-emerging from the racks in an emerald green lingerie set, stockings squeezing her lovely legs up to her mid-thigh and her nubile bust only barely hugged by a thread-thin bralette. “Now that’s the kind of view a hologram-only outfit could never replicate.” She cooed, running her palms over Clara’s rump and squeezing her. “Photons can’t squish a fat ass like fabric can.”
“My ass is not fat.” Clara replied as Ashildr sank down and kissed her cheeks.
“Mmm, it’s perfect. Big and round and tight and tasty.”
Clara’s hand was already reaching to force Ashildr’s face deeper between her cheeks and show her just how tasty her ass was, when the little immortal darted back and delivered a stinging smack to her rump. “Uh uh! Work before play! I want to see you try on a dozen new outfits to take home before I let you get to the main event!”
“The main event?”
Ashildr wiggled her brows. “Do you think I took you eleven hundred years into the future to go clothes shopping? We’re here to find you some new outfits before I get you messy.”
“How messy?” Clara raised a brow.
Ashildr moved close again, fingers slipping over Clara’s stomach and squeezing her waist. Her lips came within an inch of Clara’s own before she stopped, and smiled. “As messy as I can.”
Clara had plenty of time to wonder just what Ashildr meant by that as they played dress up, outfit after outfit being plucked from the glass rails and squeezed onto their bodies.
A cocktail gown that hugged her like a lover, with a split all the way up to her hip to show her total lack of panties.
A corset that cinched her waist and made her hips and ass look even more deliciously fertile, split right down the middle by a matching thong that all but disappeared between her milky cheeks.
A crop top and booty shorts that just barely covered her areola and left her entire belly bare below, all the way down to her neatly shaven cunt, only marginally hidden by a matter of millimetres by the shorts sweepingly low waistband.
At some point it became an unspoken competition, every slutty outfit Clara found, Ashildr would find something even more daring, skimpy, or downright whorish.
A mesh bodysuit and heels with only a tiny trio of triangles covering her cunt and nipples, whilst her pert bare ass was squeezed by the sunflower-yellow threads.
A one-piece swimsuit made of one long strip of white fabric that coiled up her left leg, cupped her plump, hungry petals, spiralled around her slender stomach and strapped down her tiny tits, before looping into a collar around her throat.
A mini-dress that was little more than two thin pink sheets of spandex covering the middle of her torso down to her hips on either side, strapped together with a spider-web of gossamer threads. It was so slim that half of Ashildr’s flat chest was left bare almost to her nipple to either side, and the sloping, welcoming v of her hips as they directed attention to her ravenous womanhood was almost entirely bare.
It was this, plus a pair of pink platform heels that finally allowed her to be taller than Clara for once, that Ashildr was just showing off when Clara realised that the floor of their changing suite had once again been turned completely transparent.
Below her bare feet, shoppers idly passed by none the wiser to the fact that if they only looked up, they would have a wonderful view of two semi-naked sluts, neither of whom had been wearing panties for days.
She looked at Ashildr, horrified, but bit her tongue as she saw the challenge in the immortal girl’s eyes. This was a test, pretend to still be modest and worried about exposing herself to the universe like she craved, or embrace her own perversion like Ashildr had.
The young girl, cut the strings holding her dress together on either side with a fingernail and stood in only her heels, legs spread, hands tousling her choppy brown hair.
Clara pursed her lips, cheeks burning, and willed the slip of a dress she was wearing to expand and flutter to the floor as well.
“Well?”
Ashildr smiled, and sat down, her tight young ass pressed to the glass floor. “I want you to put on one last outfit, and then we’ll go clubbing.”
Clara raised a brow. “What are you wearing?”
“Oh, I’ll match you.” Ashildr shrugged, “But I’m going to relax here and play with myself whilst I wait… don’t take too long, or I won’t want to stop.”
Clara’s cheeks blazed as she watched Ashildr spread her legs and begin to tenderly stroke her pussy, leaning back on one palm and arching her back into a languid pose.
Before she could get too distracted, Clara buried herself into the racks again, doing her best to ignore the soft moans and sighs Ashildr let out as she sprawled on the glass and fucked herself.
“Oh dear… I think those young men are staring.” She cooed, as Clara fought her instinct to run and hide, pulling a tiny, floaty dress for herself in a brilliant glimmering gold. A matching pair panties and a set of tall heels helpfully slid into reach as she threw the delicate fabric over herself,. She stepped into them as fast as she could, before snatching up a matching outfit in silver and dashing to stop Ashildr before the entire shopping centre gathered beneath them to stare.
Ashildr sighed, lying on her belly with her thighs spread around her palm and her knees bent into the air. Reluctantly, she rose to her feet and accepted the dress Clara thrust at her with a sweet smile.
“Well, I’m all warmed up.” She purred. “Shall we go dancing?”
The clacking of heels on stone carried through the warm summer air as Clara and Ashildr strutted through the bustling London streets.
Clara blushed and bit her lip and trembled at every sound that rose above the chatter of passersby, just waiting for someone to confront them both for dressing like such sluts.
Their dresses were so short and light that every step brough the gossamer fabric rising up to show off their tight round asses, only made to look even better by their heels and the tiny panties hugging them.
Clara had tried to cover herself with the heaping bags of clothes dangling from her arms, but Ashildr had soon put a stop to that, taking Clara’s hand in her own and forcing her to let the bags swing freely at her side, rather than be clutched to her crotch.
Maybe it was punishment for that feeble attempt at modesty that led Ashildr to take a seemingly needlessly route to their destination, weaving up and down streets, meandering through the city and taking every opportunity to put herself and Clara on even more scandalous display.
They took a detour from one heaving city street down an alley, and without breaking step Ashildr tugged her panties down her leg, flicked them up into her open palm, and continued right out into the next street. Clara whimpered, freezing and watching as Ashildr sashayed away, not even looking back, the breeze catching her skirt and showing her naked ass for just a moment before she rejoined the throng of people.
Before Ashildr could lose herself in the crowd, Clara swallowed, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and did the exact same.
She scurried back to Ashildr’s side, who looped her arm with Clara’s and snatched her panties from her hand, giving both pairs a gentle sniff before dropping them in a bin and continuing on.
They rode an escalator up one level of a huge complex, skirts blowing in the wind, only to return right back down just a few minutes later. They stood atop glass bridges, waited wherever the wind could catch them best, and every so often Ashildr would stop and sigh and pretend to need to adjust her shoes, or pick up a penny, or trip Clara so she almost fell head over heels and show the world her naked derriere.
At last they reached their destination, what looked from outside just like any other club, but as Ashildr sweetly presented a small card to the looming bouncer at the door and tugged Clara inside, was anything but.
The first area they entered was almost tame, a large curving bar, a dance floor, leather-seated booths filled with patrons, but through a glittering, aethereal curtain, was the club proper. Two floors of black marble streaked with silver ringed a vast circular stage, lit by immense screens displaying licking flames and sordid silhouettes of women gyrating, spinning, stroking, and all out fucking.
Around the stage was open dancefloor, dotted with occasional low tables where men, women, and aliens Clara couldn’t even begin to guess at sex or gender or even species lounged.
The music pumped, the scent of sex and perfume flowed like a fog through the air, and Clara burned at the realisation that every last person in the club was either fucking, flirting, or watching someone else do the very same.
Four smaller circle stages orbited the main one in a lazy rotation, each with a performer or two enjoying themselves as much as entertaining the crowd. A pair of Silurians just like Vastra coiled and spun around the same pole, their emerald scales catching the simulated firelight. A tall, slender ebony woman danced naked, a serpentine creature sliding and coiling around her every curve as she moved, sliding over her glistening flesh and shimmering a thousand different colours. A man in a corset spun and teased a girl trussed up in bondage, suspended from above the stage, her legs bound apart, her mouth gagged, and her eyes rolling as the man pushed a buzzing wand against her sopping wet cunt.
The fourth stage was just finishing up, a beautiful human woman being helped down from underneath some kind of shower, the water still pattering down like gentle mist as her wet, slippery frame was carried away.
As Clara watched, the flow of water stopped pouring, gathered and spiralled at the floor of the stage, and wobbled up into the shape of a plump, transparent woman. She gave a watery bow, liquid tits sloshing heavily beneath her chest, and then flowed in a perfect arc off the stage into the crowd, re-appearing in a transparent hot tub at the edge of the room where a young boy and girl began to kiss and drink from her lovingly.
It was nothing compared to the centre stage though.
An immense, muscular amazon of a woman stood with her knife-point heels planted wide, her rippling biceps and bulging thighs glowing, oiled to an almost mirror-like sheen. Her short golden hair was cut almost to the scalp at the sides, and slicked back neatly down the ridge of her skull. Her lips were painted black, her eyes dark and smoky, a look of regal dominance on her beautiful features.
Her amazing body and gorgeous face weren’t what hypnotised Clara though.
Bouncing against her hips, riding some kind of swing, his ankles and wrists bound and pulled tight together, was a dainty feminine boy, wearing nothing but a lacy baby blue corset, a tight choker, and a glimmering silver chastity cage around his tiny cock. And it wasn’t just that his cock was tiny, squeezed down by the cage barely larger than Clara’s thumb, it was that the woman whose cock was pounding into his tight ass was so ridiculously huge.
It was hard to be sure, what with so much of it being slid into the femboy’s ass over and over and over again, but the woman’s cock must have been at least the length of Clara’s forearm, if not longer. She bit her lip, stopping in her tracks as Ashildr tugged her through the crowd. It was so fucking thick too! She didn’t think she’d even be able to close her hand around it’s glistening, throbbing, pumping, delicious…
“Claraaaa.” Ashildr called, snapping her fingers in front of Clara’s face with a knowing smirk. “Come on, my usual booth is waiting for us.” She coyly tucked a sheaf of notes into the bouncer’s cleavage, and put a little extra wiggle into her hips as she ascended a staircase to the balcony above.
“Up you go, cutie.” The bouncer prompted as Clara lingered for a moment, nodding her head to the stairs. “Your friend dropped quite a fortune for your little party, be a shame to miss it.”
“P… party?” Clara mumbled, staggering up the first few steps, before squeaking as the bouncer’s palm clapped against her ass and pushed her onwards.
Ashildr had claimed a booth right at the middle of the balcony overlooking the stage, flanked on either side by glowing holograms of women dancing. She already had a drink in her hand, and was watching the performances below with rapt attention.
“Wh… what is this place?”
“This is The Embassy.” Ashildr chuckled, sliding her a cocktail that glittered into existence atop the table out of nothing. “The single most exclusive sex-club on this planet.”
“Embassy?”
Ashildr nodded to the Silurians on the pole, licking one another with their prehensive tongues, a bald, blue-skinned woman enjoying a lap dance, and what looked to be a large humanoid rhino with a trio of women kneeling between his knees and… oh my, that was the second-biggest dick Clara had seen all her life.
“In the old days, UNIT had an embassy here designated for first contacts, interspecies diplomacy, intergalactic arbitration… but over the centuries people decided what better way to get to know alien races than by fucking like rabbits?”
Clara swallowed, eyes once again glued to the amazon stud at the centre of the party. “Is… she and alien?”
“California?” Ashildr asked, “No, pure human. The perfect human, some would say.”
“This is… this is crazy.”
Ashildr chuckled and leant close, gently taking Clara’s chin and guiding her gaze around the room. “You’re the only one here blushing, Clara. The only one who is nervous, or anxious, or self-conscious. In a place like this. Being worried about what total strangers think of you, whilst men and women of all species fuck and suck and play to their hearts content just to explore what the universe has to offer… that’s crazy.”
Clara swallowed, watching as an older Asian woman with thick hips and humungous breasts knelt and greedily inhaled the cocks of a gang of yellow-skinned girls only a fraction of her age, one after another. Her face was a mask of total lust, her pale skin and shiny black hair stained with sperm, as each of the alien teenagers took turns pumping their dicks into her sloppy mouth and blew a never-ending string of spunk over her from head to toe.
The woman looked so deliriously happy as the girls gripped her head and facefucked her onto their fat futa cocks. Clara wondered how they tasted, how their sperm felt on her tongue, and if she would even be able to do the same with California.
“Mmmhm, there she goes.” Ashildr grinned, pointing down to the main stage where California herself released an almighty roar of passion and blew her load into her partner’s guts.
Her huge, grapefruit-sized balls heaved as California sank her fingers into the boy’s waist, and pumped rope after rope of her seed into her prey.
The dainty femboy squealed, his svelte stomach bulging both from the mass of the Futa’s cock and the flood of sperm erupting into him, until at last the glistening amazon pulled herself free.
The femboy quivered and leaked her load onto the stage, before the swing he was strapped to ascended into the ceiling, presumably taking him to get cleaned up.
California purred and stroked her cock, basking in the whoops and moans and cries of adoration from her audience, before prowling down from the stage. The bouncer from earlier pushed through the crowd and whispered something into her ear, and Clara’s heart skipped a beat as California looked up directly at her, and smiled.
“Oh god! She’s coming! She’s coming up!” she squeaked.
“Well yes, I did just pay her two million to say hello.” Ashildr agreed, eyes almost glowing with lust as California padded towards their booth and at last, stood smiling down at the pair of petite women.
“Madame Me.” she purred, her voice low and husky. “It’s been far too long.”
“I’m going by Ashildr these days, Cali.” Ashildr smiled, leaning over Clara to pat the seat beside her. “Come join us, this is my friend Clara.”
“Clara.” California said, tasting the name thoughtfully, before placing a soft kiss onto Clara’s trembling hand as she sat, sandwiching her between the amazon and the evilly grinning Ashildr. “Why has it taken all my life to meet someone as lovely as you.”
“Clara here was just telling me how amazing you looked tonight.” Ashildr lied, draping herself over Clara’s arm. “It’s her first time catching a performance.”
“I’m always happy to make a new fan.” California said with a rumbling laugh, looking Clara up and down as she squirmed. “Tell me, Clara, what did you think of the performance?”
“Uh, I, um.” Was about all Clara could say, before she noticed her own hand was tracing a teasing circle only a flinch away from the amazon’s gigantic cock as it lay semi-hard across her thigh.
“Yes Clara, what did you like best about Cali?”
“Um, well… you’re just so beautiful.” Clara gulped, her index finger reaching out to just touch California’s immense dick.
“Isn’t she?” Ashildr purred. “Those eyes, those lips…” her tone invited Clara to continue.
“And so… strong. “she swallowed, “Your arms are so powerful, you… look like you could lift me like a feather.”
“Oh I could.” California smiled. “Go on.”
“Your… your boobs are so… big.” Clara continued, her mouth wet. California leaned towards her, those huge, firm tits swaying closer until they almost brushed her lips. Gingerly, she reached out with her spare hand and stroked over their perfect curve, testing their amazing weight in her palm. “And so… firm.”
“One of her best features.” Ashildr whispered into Clara’s ear. “But not the best.”
“Oh god… oh wow.” Clara whimpered as her fingers closed around California’s cock, the sticky, hot flesh of her dick like solid steel beneath her palm. At half mast the gigantic python of cockmeat had been huge, but as it pulsed and sprung up to attention under Clara’s grasp, it was over a foot long, and unbelievably hot to the touch. “Your fucking cock is huge.”
“Would you like to taste?”
California brought Clara’s face to meet her breast, and chuckled as she smaller woman whimpered and began to adoringly kiss and lick and suck at her skin, slowly at first, but working herself quickly into a frenzy.
Clara’s tongue slathered every inch of breast she could reach, her lips peppered up and down huge, flexing biceps, her nose sank into the crook of California’s arm and drank deep of her musk. She kissed and lapped like an animal over every last bump and divot and rise of muscle from California’s chest, lower and lower, until somehow she found herself squatting beside Ashildr on the floor, panting mouth just millimetres away from the most gorgeously thick bitchbreaker she’d ever imagined.
“Don’t be shy now, Clara.” Ashildr cooed, pushing her forwards. “Have fun. Remember, that’s all that matters.”
“Oh… fuuuck.” Clara moaned in agreement, before tipping forwards and closing her lips over California’s head, suckling greedily at the tip of her cock.
In an instant Ashildr’s face was beside her own, sliding up and down the impossible length of California’s colossal cock, her lips smacking wetly.
California groaned and stood, her palms resting on each woman’s head as Clara and Ashildr lost themselves to shameless pleasure, and worshipped every last inch of cock their ravenous tongues could reach.
The taste of California’s skin and the cum still sticking to it was like an aphrodisiac, irresistible and mind-melting. Clara groaned and slobbered and lapped at her gigantic balls. Ashildr bit and licked and sucked insatiably at her shaft. Neither woman could quite unhinge their jaw far enough to fit the immense monster cock into their cute little mouths, but it didn’t matter, not whilst there was so much musky meat to tongue and slurp and kiss and snort and stroke and rub their sticky, spit-soaked faces against.
If neither of the two girls bathing her cock with their mouths taking her inside them bothered California, she didn’t show it, only cooing and groaning and thrusting against their eager mouths until, at last, Ashildr felt her balls tighten beneath her tongue.
“Open wide.” She groaned, pulling back and holding Clara close.
“Fuuuuuhhhck.” Clara moaned, tongue lolling as Ashildr guided her face upwards to meet the torrent of thick, salty sperm raining down to meet her.
“Mllaaaah!” Ashildr gasped happily, nuzzling her cheek up against Clara’s and opening her greedy lips wide, her tongue stretching from her mouth to catch every last drop she could.
More and more steaming-hot spunk splattered onto them like honey rain, rich and sticky and heavy as it crashed against their foreheads, their blushing cheeks, gluing their eyes shut and painting wet webbing ropes across their noses.
The greedy gaping holes of Clara and Ashildr’s mouths were a target impossible to miss, and both dark haired whores groaned and gargled as their tonsils were doused, an impossible wealth of virile seed sloshing into their cheeks and drowning their waggling tongues until it overflowed their lips and dribbled down their chins.
“Gwwbb.” Clara bubbled, one rich brown eye managing to slide open under the weight of spunk coating her face. Her cheeks were so full, so much she could barely close her mouth around the mass of cum she couldn’t bear to let escape her lips.
Beside her, Ashildr gulped heavily and opened her empty mouth with a rich, satisfied “Ahhhhhh!” and dragged her tongue through the mess slowly oozing down Clara’s bulging cheek.
She saw Clara’s struggle in her one, open bloodshot eye, the impossible choice between breathing and letting the delicious salty nectar their new friend had fed her go to waste.
There was only one answer, and Ashildr was going to make it for Clara before she did something stupid.
“Don’t you dare fucking waste a drop.” She growled, cupping Clara’s cheeks with one hand and gripping her scalp with the other. “Open you throat, and swallow her cum like a good little whore.”
“Mhhn.” Clara whimpered through her nose, as Ashildr slowly squeezed her cheeks. Her vision swam, her lungs burned for air, but she couldn’t escape the taste of a stranger’s spunk filling her completely, and the insidious, irresistible siren song of Ashildr’s encouragement.
Straining, Clara squeezed her eyes shut and forced herself to swallow.
“Ghhah.” She sobbed, panting like an animal on all fours as at last, the ocean of sperm poured down her throat and filled her stomach like a five-course meal, hot and heavy and thick as it settled inside her. “Fuuuuuuck.”
“Good girrrrl.” Ashildr cooed, kissing her cheek before turning her face to meet her mouth.
Above them, California let out a quiet whistle of satisfaction and leaned back, stroking her spit-shined length as her two playmates made out beneath her. “You girls are nuts.”
Ashildr giggled, breaking away from Clara’s lips and flashing a gooey smile up at her. “You’re not finished yet, are you?”
California grinned right back, and all Clara could do was whimper, and squeeze the soaking inferno between her thighs with longing, realising the fun was only just beginning.