Flavour of Florence?

Florence hesitated then moved to undo her blouse buttons, she wasn’t bisexual, nor was Mimi, but what they both shared was a fundamental adoration of Arab Muslim subjugation of white women. Mimi was intoxicated by Florence’s Arab Muslim pregnancy and Florence was frantic with pleasure about Mimi’s Arab Muslim pregnancy.

There was nothing that caused both the pair of them to orgasm more than other white women surrendering to Arab Muslim pregnancy.

Both had resisted for a good while, Mimi by marrying her white husband and Florence by withstanding the monumental desire to be bred a second time by an Arab bull, but here they were, gloriously carrying Algerian babies in their white, french bellies, and, quivering between their legs that each other had willingly succumbed.

Mimi put her hand on Florence’s. Mimi suddenly had the lustful thought that she would find it more wonderfully smutty to undress Florence herself; what would be more stimulating to an Arab-owned cow, than to undress another Arab-owned cow? Especially an Arab-owned cow as voluptuously attractive as the gorgeous Florence?And, perhaps it was Mimi’s imagination, perhaps it was Mimi’s pregnant state, but she wondered if she could actually taste in the air an alluring perfume straying from underneath Florence’s skirt, now that she had spread her legs a little. Florence had unconsciously opened her legs when asked to undress and Mimi warmed to the suggestion that the delicious scent that had reached her nose was emanating from Florence’s cunt. Were Florence’s knickers wet? Mimi wanted to put her hand up the red-headed beauty’s skirt to find out.

Mimi caused Florence rapture; Mimi pushed Florence’s thighs further apart and moved her hand up.