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She was like an animal, a loyal dog made to serve her sweet master. Though Whitney wasn’t forcing her, she was doing so on her own accord. All Whitney had done was give her girl a little nudge, and she had dived right for her price. A juicy price, to be exact. She continued to suck and suck, even more so when her large and almost suffocating thighs clenched involuntarily around her head and she could feel a hand forcing her to be almost swallowed by her pussy. She was too large to be swallowed by it yet, though she could feel it tug at her face as if she could have been sucked in if she was small enough.

With her eagerness, it didn’t take long for her mouth to have almost sucked Whitney dry. Leaving just enough so her panties wouldn’t be dry tonight. Pulling away slowly, she sat up, her legs still wide and dripping. Triss would probably never get enough of the sweet sensation unless she passed out. Her fingers experimentally went over Whitney’s cunt to tease, before plopping forwards with a little bit of momentum to lay on top of her. Her boobs jiggled and her ass bounced as her head landed just between Whitney’s breasts. Her hands moved on each of Whitney's breasts, kneading roughly yet slowly. It wasn’t a teasing thing, her virgin self was merely experimenting with it all. Staring directly at Whitney with large horny eyes while she massaged her gigantic boobs.