Morgala

Morgala felt her dildo slip through her pussy lips and lightly press her clit. She bit her lip to keep herself from moaning. Of course the need to keep quiet only turned her on even more. Her legs shifted, and the toy burrowed deeper inside her, growing slick from the fresh wave of cum. Morgala was sweating profusely, curling her toes and clenching her teeth to keep herself from crying out in ecstacy. The dildo was dancing with her clit, twirling around like a ballroom dancer, and the ballroom was starting to flood.

Taykov could tell that something was going on. She felt Morgala starting to grind against her leg, straining her muscles and pressing down on Taykov with all the might of her doubtlessly clenched vagina. Taykov started breathing heavily, the mere thought of what Morgala was going through putting her on the verge of creaming herself. Her teeth rubbed against Morgala's breast, edging dangerously close to her nipple.

Morgala inhaled sharply, realizing Taykov was very nearly suckling on her tit. The image of herself cradling a baby hit her mind like a ton of bricks, and she silently came onto the dildo. Apparently, she had either unlocked or discovered a mommy fetish. Taykov felt the cream spreading from Morgala's crotch and realized what she was doing. She clamped her mouth shut, her lips still brushing Morgala's nipple, and tried to wiggle her way further north. Both women grew hotter as their skin rubbed against each other's, boobs kissing boobs, legs intertwining, and sensitive spots rubbing against more naked flesh than they'd bargained for. The biggest hurdle was Morgala's bush, which brushed against Taykov's belly and hips as she moved, as if tempting her to bury her face in it and forgo any sense of decorum. It made her want to go savage, to partake from Morgala what she'd never been able to grow for herself.

Taykov pushed herself higher on the bed, careful not to knock Thurkla off the mattress and onto the floor. Her boobs squished into Morgala's wriggling up and down in an almost comical dance. Both women squirted at the sensation, making the cum puddle now forming at Morgala's waist grow bigger and bigger. Taykov fought against her lewd fantasies and mad one last push up, popping her head onto the pillow and making stark eye contact with Morgala. Both women lay still, eyes wide, knowing that any sudden movement would send them into a horny tizzy. Morgala's toy grew taught as her pussy clenched around it. The magic struck again, and the handle, which was still sticking out of her, parted the gates of Taykov's own secret tunnel. Another wave of cum was ready to go, and Taykov knew if it went all the way in, there'd be no stopping the tsunami.

Thurkla had been blissfully dozing away in the midst of all this. As Taykov's ass took up more space against her abdomen, the orc nearly leaned too far over and fell off the bed. But in her sleep, by the mercy of whatever pleasant dream she must have been having, she held her girls even tighter and stayed balanced. Morgala and Taykov were pressed even tighter together, and two things came into contact at once: their lips locked in a french kiss, and their lower lips made even sloppier contact. The dildo's other end, now slick with Morgala's juices, slid cleanly into Taykov's honey pot, and suddenly both women were locked in the horniest situation either of them had ever experienced.