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Janice bent her fingers and then rotated her hand. She could feel
the intense tightening of Elsa’s pussy, the building up of her
impending release. She ran her long fingers down the front of
Elsa’s vaginal walls, searching for a sensitive spot just
oppostite that of her tounge.
Janice’s tounge flicked at Elsa’s pearl, and just as her fingers
bent fully, Elsa gasped, then screamed a short, high pitched
squeal. Elsa’s
legs clamped down on Janice’s head and it felt like Elsa was
trying to draw her face into her cunt. Elsa arched, and squealed
softly, her head tossing from side to side, and her body quaking
hard. Janice felt those incredibly strong muscles clamp down on
her fingers, and then a spray of warm wetness wet her neck.

She was almost there, almost over her peak. Just a little
further and she would come. She felt Janice bend her fingers,
pressing against the back of her vagina, then she turned her
hand, fingers still bent, car-essing her insides in a half-
circle. The sensations were exquiste as the probing hand
stretched and relaxed her vaginal ring, and she climbed to the
top of that warm mountain who’s name is orgasm. Elsa felt the
fingers pressing against the back of her mons, against the back
of her clit it seemed. A bright red light flashed, and her whole
body became a flowing river, her contracting muscles the surging
current. Elsa felt as if she were the river flowing down the
mountain, her shuddering body undulating over the rocks, her
cream flowing all around her, warming her and coating her with
its sheen. She loved it, and never wanted it to stop.