The feminity's explorer...

"Are you sure that's how it works?", Julius asked unconvinced. He had a hard time believing that it was so easy to achieve this.

The three of them sat in the basement, each on a separate washing machine, while Gina watched them like a strict teacher. They were wearing no pants for better feeling. Of them all, only Tybalt looked incredibly pleased, like a school nerd before an exam.

"Trust me, you'll be in heaven", the stripper said, being convinced by her own words, and she turned on the machines.

Initially, Julius felt nothing special except the vibrations themselves, but as soon as he slightly spread his legs, things started to happen more intense. His bell of passion stromed countless waves, causing endless sensations. He had the impression that his clitoris was about to fall off.

"Oh, fuck me", the Prince of Cats moaned, arching his back even futher to lie with his whole vulva on the washing machine. The groom followed his actions, and they both began to squirm with delight.

Marty was the first to scoot. Already the second orgasm made him fall to the floor, unable to calm down his trembling thighs. Two kins remained on the pleasure's battlefield, competing with each other even in something so prosaic.

Gina increased the speed of the washing machines and only then their climaxes become unbearable. Thier sphincters did not last, and their panties were soaked in a big splush.

"I said it will be exciting", the stripper looked happily at the lying Julius, from under whose crotch a transparent liquid was seeping like a waterfall, "Looking at you, I'm beginning to miss it myself."

"Thanks, Gina", the groom could not take a breath, "You really are a professional."