More Sticky, White Stuff

You explode against Vidia’s naked body and exposed cunt and erect clit! She cries out from the sting of pain, the jolt of pleasure and the zap of orgasm as she is propelled up and over your body’s thigh. Nearly overwhelmed by the sensations, she almost forgets to give herself a safe landing. It’s her air talent that allows her to, rather than her delicate, cum-splatter wings.

Meanwhile, another piece of you is aware of Tinkerbell also taking the tumble. “Oh, wow! Oh, wow! I am cumming!!” she moans in ecstasy as she is sent slamming into Fawn. The brown-haired Fairy falls, taking the blonde down, too. Only, Fawn still has full use of her wings, and she uses them to ease Tink onto the mattress on the other side of your leg.

She is immediately molested by the hornier of them, who has twisted herself around to hold onto her friend’s boob, while she…. She notices that…

“You’re sticky, Fawn. And (sniff, sniff) you smell like...milk?” She licks.

“It is milk, Tink!” the animal talent Fairy smiles. “Straight from Jessica Rabbit’s teat!” She uses the opportunity to step away from the friend trying to suck milk from HER boobs. “It came out while I was fucking it!” she laughs as she pulls her twat up and open, so Tinkerbell could see just how much stickier her insides are than her nude outside. “I actually thought it was semen at first.

“So, anyway, (giggle) I came to invite you and the others to get a milk bath!”

You follow Tinkerbell’s gaze up to the hill-sized tits on top of a mountain-sized woman. She licks her lips.

But she then looks at her wings over her shoulder. “I can’t fly. None of us can. Our wings are weighed down by cum.”

“Not to worry! I’ll fly you there!” And she buzzes her wings to show how strong they are.

Her friend grinned. Which melted with a tinker-talent thought. “Fly Silvermist first. Milk is thinner than cum. Maybe she can use her water talent to separate out the water and rinse off this mess we’re covered with!” She gestured not only to what the stuff on her body, but the stuff on Fawn’s.

“And then we’d only have to wait until our wings dry before we can all fly again! That’s thinking, Tink!” Her smile stays on as she looks around. “Where is Sil?”

Your awareness of Vidia has faded out and now that focused on Tinkerbell and Fawn is going. What makes Silvermist the one most demanding of your presence is that the wild winds have blown her high into the air. She is now desperately hanging onto your giant cock, kicking her legs, trying to wrap them around your shaft. Reflexively, her wings are out, beating but not helping. They are right under your cockhead. And you feel another load of jizz building up at these and the others’ naked stimulations.