The living room closet 3

With a quickness you rip open the closet doors, exposing dozens of hanging coats and a few shoeboxes on the closet floor. Like a factory worker you take each coat and jacket off of it’s hanger to quickly search it. Some you pat down, some you rifle through, some you turn upside down and shake, the end result is that you search every hanging garment for the missing planchette. Once all those garments have turned up empty you switch your attention to the shoe boxes, opening them up and shaking them out in case the planchette had been slipped inside. As the pile of empty boxes around you grows, your desperation mounts until the last box clatters beside you. With a snort of irritation, you surge to your feet, and begin to blindly feel along every shelf and even surface in the closet. As your fingers sweep away only dust you begin to realize that the closet really is empty of what you seek.

“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.