The bathtub and shower 3

The downstairs bathroom was an unlikely place for the planchette to be hidden, but certainly not impossible. When you jogged hurriedly into it the first thing to catch your eyes was the shower curtain, that was drawn closed across the bathtub, almost like it was hiding something. Wrenching it back you find a broken glass, clearly something that a drunk or clumsy individual dropped and then had tried to hide from Sarah. With a grunt of irritation, you ignore that hallmark of laziness to check the rest of the shower. The bodywash and shampoo bottles stand on a metal rack mounted in the corner and you speedily move them aside to check the planchette isn’t lodged in there too. Once you’re sure there’s nothing you’re about to step away, when you get the urge to double check. Stepping carefully around the broken glass you look into the shower drain, checking to see if John Doe had **** the planchette under it somehow. When you find nothing but wet and twisted hair you give up, wiping your hands on your jeans as you step away.

“Come on, lay down on the bed,” Miranda invites Tom eagerly and the sound of creaking bed springs make it clear that he didn’t wait to obey. There’s an ominous second creak as Miranda follows him, and for a heart stopping moment you think she’s about to fuck him just like that. Only Sarah’s timely comment restarts your heart. “I thought you didn’t like tittyfucking, Miranda?” She teases her stacked young friend. “I’ve only tried it a few times, and when I did their dicks just get kinda lost in my cleavage,” Miranda explains, sounding embarrassed even from all the way downstairs. “But this one’s definitely big enough,” Sarah finishes her sentence for her. Before Miranda can respond another unintelligible rumble that must be John Doe’s low voice sounds off from upstairs. “You’re right, it is big enough for two,” Sarah elucidates on what John Doe just said, follow by another groan from the bed as she climbs on to it too. “There, a perfect fit,” Sarah laughs, wrapping her own large tits around John Doe’s cock alongside Miranda’s 36C breasts. “Not quite, the head is still sticking out!” Miranda titters. “Hehe, maybe Nicole’s little things could cover that!” Sarah quips, making the pair of them giggle with their tits around Tom’s cock. The feeling of the two of them laughing like that must be incredible, like a vibrating massage for John Doe’s cock.

“Now, move out the way. I wanna really titfuck him,” Miranda purrs wantonly. “And you call me a slut?” Sarah fires back, still laughing. “Fine, I’m sure I can find something else to play with.” For a little while you can only hear the gentle creak of the bed as Miranda massages Tom’s cock, John Doe’s deep groans of satisfaction, and the wet sound of Sarah constantly licking something. “Mmm, now I know why they call them plums, so big and juicy,” Sarah groans, taking a break from lavishing his balls with her tongue to lavish them with praise instead. “You doing okay up there, Miranda?” Sarah asks. “Mmhmm,” Miranda responds, again sounding like she has her mouthful. “Are you sucking on it as you titfuck it? You can never call me a slut again after this,” Sarah tells her. “Mmph, it’s fun to be a slut when the guy’s this hung,” Miranda defends herself, briefly taking her mouth off John Doe’s dick to do so. “Oh, I know, right?” Sarah concurs, before loudly smooching both of Tom’s heavy balls. “Mr doe, please can you tell us when you’re about to finish? I want to be ready for it,” Sarah pleaded with him before going back to running her tongue over his sack. “Oh yes, me too. I want to see if it tastes as nice as your precum,” Miranda added, her voice a little strained from the exertion of pumping her big tits up and down Tom’s long cock. You better find that planchette fast before the girls become John Doe’s cum dump.