Jessica’s Cunt: Because It’s There!

Your awareness is separate from your body, fairy-sized to a Fairy. You move from over the black Fairy’s shoulder to get a better look at the hole behind Jessica’s folds. But you are distracted by the shimmer coming up from behind the expanse of your robowife’s thigh. “I wouldn’t go in there,” says the Fairy with an American Southern drawl. Rosetta still has her pink flower dress on; and, you peep, pale panties.

Iridessa stands herself back from those folds; she now hesitates. “Maybe…. I do have claustrophobia.” Fretting, she pulls on a breast. After a few, she tugs and twists the nipple. “No; I have always wanted to see what it’s like inside of a twat this big.”

“Not satisfied lighting up the pussies of your friends, huh?” Rosetta settled down close behind. She nervously looked at the canyon of nude flesh of the woman’s thighs. It would have to be alive with the threaten to writhe from Fawn doing she-didn’t-want-to-think-of-it on the monstrously large breasts and nipples way above them. A hand is ready near her leafy pouch of pixie dust.

“That’s the point,” Iridessa told herself more than her friend. “Visually, I can go all the way into my girl friend’s tunnels of love, but my talent for sight can overwhelm my smell, or hearing, or feel anything but their infrared body heat.” She dares to lay her hand on the very mouth of the hole, the introitus.

But she snatches the hand away squealing when the grommet twitches. She instantly grabs handfuls of pixie dust and coats the edge of the opening.

Meanwhile, Rosetta pixie dusts right and left Jessica’s thighs and legs, removing their danger by floating them up, up and away. You, of course, fly back higher to get a better view of your roboslut’s gorgeous, smooth legs raised near to her 40N tits. The Fairy Fawn snags the closest knee and holds on as she gets the added sexual sensations of rubbing herself against more flesh while fucking the giant’s nipples. As fascinating and arousing as that is, you return to hear the conversation. You hope it will lead to where you’d like to go.

“...Even when I was you-all others’ age, I wasn’t this interested in the Nasty,” Rosetta says. “As much as I love Tinkerbell and all, I think her curiosity is a bad influence.”

“This is about memories!” Iridessa insists to herself. “The next time I heat up and make a twat glow, I can be aware of what I’m missing.” With that, she propels herself past the entrance.