With tha gel-like secretary’s truly impressive rack suddenly on almost-complete display, it takes you a moment ta churn all up in yo' options fo' realz. Afta seein her long, writhang tongue play round tha candies tha secretary’s always suckin on, you can’t wait ta peep what tha fuck it could do ta yo' pussaaaaay. Then again, dem big-ass tizzlez of hers is swayin hypnotically up in yo' face, makin you be thinkin of all tha thangs you could do ta a rack like dat n' like dis n' like dat y'all...
"Cat gots yo' tongue, cutie?" Flahne teases fo' realz. As her big-ass booty speaks, though, tha amber-hued secretary hops up from her swivel chair n' slips round ta yo' side of her desk, hustlin all up in tha remainin buttonz of her hoodie until it slips off her shouldaz straight-up.
Yo ass nod at her question, straight-up entranced by tha hypnotic sway of her big-ass tizzles, n' tha suggestizzle sashay of her wide hips underneath her skirt. "Well, ask yo' kitty playa if I can borrow it fo' a while," dat thugged-out biiiatch coos, heftin her muthafuckin ass up onto tha edge of tha desk n' spreadin her legs. You’re not surprised ta peep she’s not bustin any pantizzles under dat sinfully short bottom of hers, n' yo' eyes is instantly drawn ta tha glistening, golden honeypot tucked between her thick fat-ass thighs.
Bitch gives you a look wit a mischievous glint up in her amethyst eyes n' pats her fat-ass thighs invitingly, a silent offer fo' you ta dig in. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. As her handz impact her alien flesh, her whole lower body seems ta tremble wit tha shock, reactin just like gelatin n' quakin up in ways dat bust da most thugged-out awe-inspirin shockwaves all tha way ta her pendulous breasts.
Yo ass don’t gotta be axed twice.
Yo ass slink down onto yo' knees, puttin yo' grill right on level wit tha jigglin gel’s big-ass tizzles. From there, it’s just a lil bit of leanin ta nestle yo ass between her meaty legs, close enough ta smell tha sugary musk waftin up from tha slit of Flahne’s sex. You’d almost be thinkin tha curvaceous gel-girl was made of dopes!
Eager ta peep if Flahne’s pussaaaaay tastes as phat as it smells, you flick yo' tongue up along one of her outa lips, hustlin it from tha bottom of her twat ta tha hood of her clit. Da taste is intoxicating, like tha dopeest, sugariest candy you’ve eva smoked up in tha form of a molten liquid that’s tha slick balizzle between sticky n' creamy. Yo ass smoke it up, lettin tha dope shiznit spur you on ta lickin deeper n' fasta tha fuck into tha gigglin rahn’s playaaaaaa.
"Ooh, that’s tha spot!" she purrs, diggin her soft digits tha fuck into tha lip of her desk n' beatboxin wit pleasure yo. Her hips wiggle happily, bustin quakin sways all up in her big-ass tizzlez - tha sight of dem goin wild is too much ta bear, n' you find yo ass reachin up ta grab tha massive mounds. Yo crazy-ass fingers sink tha fuck into them, all but vanishin tha fuck into tha soft gold gel dat make up Flahne’s bust. Flahne gigglez n' shakes her shoulders, makin you clin hard ta her tizzlez or be shaken off. Da harder you squeeze, tha mo' she moans - n' tha mo' of her dope nectar you’re able ta lick outta her droolin playaaaaaa.
With a lil' bit of pressure, yo' tongue’s able ta peel her pussaaaaaylips apart, bustin access ta tha perfectly-formed passage between dem wild-ass muthafuckas. "Oh, oh gosh," Flahne murmurs as yo' tongue squirms its way eva so slowly tha fuck into her, spreadin her soft, sodden slit sick n' wide. "Eat it up, sugar. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Eat all dat shiznit up!"
You’d laugh all up in tha corny pillow-talk if you weren’t chin-deep up in alien pussaaaaay fo' realz. As it stands, you eagerly follow yo' giggly freak’s instruction, lickin yo' way round her cunny’s walls n' lappin up all her dope juices. Yo ass can tell she’s gettin close now! Yo ass lick n' squeeze mo' fiercely, rollin Flahne’s pleasure eva higher until she lets up a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass sharp gasp, n' you feel her fat-ass thighs clench round yo' grill fo' realz. A thick squirt of her candy-like juices presages a orgazzle dat has you fightin ta catch yo' breath between wet surges n' Flahne tryin ta bury you between her thick, soft fat-ass thighs - a thugged-out demise you straight-up can’t say you’d be opposed to, if it feels anywhere near as sick as her skin do against yours, rubbin wetly but softly all over you, biatch.
Finally, you manage ta break away from Flahne’s dirtnap-grip n' catch yo' breath. Without anythang ta clin to, tha amber rahn flops onto her back n' lets up a big-ass sigh. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch looks utterly sated, eyes flutterin closed n' handz massagin her well-eaten pussaaaaay.
"Oh, I needed that, dopeheart," Flahne coos, slowly forcin her muthafuckin ass ta prop up on her arms. Boy it's gettin hot, yes indeed it is. "Aww, you look so flustered you’re bout ta burst son! Why don’t you just turn round n' let me return tha favor, sugar?"
Now that’s a offer you can’t refuse biaaatch! At a word from Flahne, you turn round n' bend over, bobbin yo' bottom at her n' bracin yo' arms on yo' legs, yo' tight playaaaaaa on full display fo' her muthafuckin ass.
Slowly but surely, her fingers work they way up in towardz yo' playaaaaaa. Yo ass shiver up in anticipation, clawin one of yo' hairy-ass legs along tha floor as yo' freak draws eva closer ta yo' playaaaaaa.
Yo ass hear Flahne gigglin behind you, punctuated by tha feelin of one of her smooth, gel-like digits circlin yo' button. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Yo ass gasp, n' again n' again n' again when her long, probe-like tongue flanks yo' pleasure-buzzer, lappin across tha bud while her fingers teases back tha hood. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! Yo ass gotta admit, you wanna feel dat writhang tongue of hers inside you, biatch.
Wigglin yo' waspish hips ta git Flahne’s attention, you reach back n' spank yo' ass enticingly. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch make you wait a agonizingly long moment, long enough ta plant a wet lick on yo' clitty before she moves her tongue down ta yo' hole. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch moves wit easy as fuck confidence, rockin her fingers ta spread yo' pussaaaaay lips sick n' wide ta give her muthafuckin ass easy as fuck access ta yo' pink slit. Well shiiiit, it feels like a tentacle slidin tha fuck into you, biatch. Yo crazy-ass whole body goes rigid up in response, every last muthafuckin afro standin on-end as tha alien appendage squirms n' writhes inside you, biatch. Gaspin n' panting, you grab tha far wall fo' support n' try ta hold on fo' dear game - or at least, try not ta scream under tha alien sensations crawlin all up in you, biatch.
Flahne’s tongue can do incredible thangs, you’re quick ta smoke up. Long n' sinuous n' dexterous, her writhang amber appendage seems ta hone up in on every last muthafuckin sensitizzle spot you’ve gots until you’re beatboxin n' trembling, strugglin ta stay on yo' Nikes. Yo ass buck yo' waspish hips back against her smooth face, grindin n' humpin ta tryin ta fuck Flahne’s tongue deeper tha fuck into yo' pussaaaaay.
"Gonna... gonna..." you moan, fingers scrabblin against tha wall. Flahne lyrics wit her fingers suddenly back round yo' clit, massagin yo' buzzer up in time wit her tongue’s ministrations. That’s just tha push you need ta slide over tha edge, hurlin you tha fuck into tha throez of pleasure. Yo crazy-ass playaaaaaa squeezes hard round Flahne’s tongue, squirtin thick rivuletz of girl-cum across Flahne’s cheeks. Yo ass can’t help but cry up now, no matta how tha fuck hard you try not to: a funky-ass boomin moan of pleasure dat you’re shizzle mah playas outside Flahne’s crib can hear as clear as day. It make me wanna hollar playa! Nothang can stifle you once tha dam’s been broken, n' you’re beatboxin like a funky-ass biiiatch up in heat as Flahne licks n' massages you all up in yo' climax.
A moment passes, n' you all but fall onto yo' knees when Flahne’s tongue slithers outta you, biatch. Yo ass spend a moment catchin yo' breath, tremblin wit tha aftershockz of yo' orgasm. Flahne gigglez n' licks her lips, murmurin "Now dat was a treat!" n' lookin round fo' wherever her hoodie fell.
As soon as yo' hairy-ass legs is steady again, you git up n' grab yo' SteeleTech suit, grinnin all up in tha amber gel-girl. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch blows you a lick between lickin yo' juices off her cheeks.
"Cat gots yo' tongue, cutie?" Flahne teases fo' realz. As her big-ass booty speaks, though, tha amber-hued secretary hops up from her swivel chair n' slips round ta yo' side of her desk, hustlin all up in tha remainin buttonz of her hoodie until it slips off her shouldaz straight-up.
Yo ass nod at her question, straight-up entranced by tha hypnotic sway of her big-ass tizzles, n' tha suggestizzle sashay of her wide hips underneath her skirt. "Well, ask yo' kitty playa if I can borrow it fo' a while," dat thugged-out biiiatch coos, heftin her muthafuckin ass up onto tha edge of tha desk n' spreadin her legs. You’re not surprised ta peep she’s not bustin any pantizzles under dat sinfully short bottom of hers, n' yo' eyes is instantly drawn ta tha glistening, golden honeypot tucked between her thick fat-ass thighs.
Bitch gives you a look wit a mischievous glint up in her amethyst eyes n' pats her fat-ass thighs invitingly, a silent offer fo' you ta dig in. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch fo' realz. As her handz impact her alien flesh, her whole lower body seems ta tremble wit tha shock, reactin just like gelatin n' quakin up in ways dat bust da most thugged-out awe-inspirin shockwaves all tha way ta her pendulous breasts.
Yo ass don’t gotta be axed twice.
Yo ass slink down onto yo' knees, puttin yo' grill right on level wit tha jigglin gel’s big-ass tizzles. From there, it’s just a lil bit of leanin ta nestle yo ass between her meaty legs, close enough ta smell tha sugary musk waftin up from tha slit of Flahne’s sex. You’d almost be thinkin tha curvaceous gel-girl was made of dopes!
Eager ta peep if Flahne’s pussaaaaay tastes as phat as it smells, you flick yo' tongue up along one of her outa lips, hustlin it from tha bottom of her twat ta tha hood of her clit. Da taste is intoxicating, like tha dopeest, sugariest candy you’ve eva smoked up in tha form of a molten liquid that’s tha slick balizzle between sticky n' creamy. Yo ass smoke it up, lettin tha dope shiznit spur you on ta lickin deeper n' fasta tha fuck into tha gigglin rahn’s playaaaaaa.
"Ooh, that’s tha spot!" she purrs, diggin her soft digits tha fuck into tha lip of her desk n' beatboxin wit pleasure yo. Her hips wiggle happily, bustin quakin sways all up in her big-ass tizzlez - tha sight of dem goin wild is too much ta bear, n' you find yo ass reachin up ta grab tha massive mounds. Yo crazy-ass fingers sink tha fuck into them, all but vanishin tha fuck into tha soft gold gel dat make up Flahne’s bust. Flahne gigglez n' shakes her shoulders, makin you clin hard ta her tizzlez or be shaken off. Da harder you squeeze, tha mo' she moans - n' tha mo' of her dope nectar you’re able ta lick outta her droolin playaaaaaa.
With a lil' bit of pressure, yo' tongue’s able ta peel her pussaaaaaylips apart, bustin access ta tha perfectly-formed passage between dem wild-ass muthafuckas. "Oh, oh gosh," Flahne murmurs as yo' tongue squirms its way eva so slowly tha fuck into her, spreadin her soft, sodden slit sick n' wide. "Eat it up, sugar. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. Eat all dat shiznit up!"
You’d laugh all up in tha corny pillow-talk if you weren’t chin-deep up in alien pussaaaaay fo' realz. As it stands, you eagerly follow yo' giggly freak’s instruction, lickin yo' way round her cunny’s walls n' lappin up all her dope juices. Yo ass can tell she’s gettin close now! Yo ass lick n' squeeze mo' fiercely, rollin Flahne’s pleasure eva higher until she lets up a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass sharp gasp, n' you feel her fat-ass thighs clench round yo' grill fo' realz. A thick squirt of her candy-like juices presages a orgazzle dat has you fightin ta catch yo' breath between wet surges n' Flahne tryin ta bury you between her thick, soft fat-ass thighs - a thugged-out demise you straight-up can’t say you’d be opposed to, if it feels anywhere near as sick as her skin do against yours, rubbin wetly but softly all over you, biatch.
Finally, you manage ta break away from Flahne’s dirtnap-grip n' catch yo' breath. Without anythang ta clin to, tha amber rahn flops onto her back n' lets up a big-ass sigh. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch looks utterly sated, eyes flutterin closed n' handz massagin her well-eaten pussaaaaay.
"Oh, I needed that, dopeheart," Flahne coos, slowly forcin her muthafuckin ass ta prop up on her arms. Boy it's gettin hot, yes indeed it is. "Aww, you look so flustered you’re bout ta burst son! Why don’t you just turn round n' let me return tha favor, sugar?"
Now that’s a offer you can’t refuse biaaatch! At a word from Flahne, you turn round n' bend over, bobbin yo' bottom at her n' bracin yo' arms on yo' legs, yo' tight playaaaaaa on full display fo' her muthafuckin ass.
Slowly but surely, her fingers work they way up in towardz yo' playaaaaaa. Yo ass shiver up in anticipation, clawin one of yo' hairy-ass legs along tha floor as yo' freak draws eva closer ta yo' playaaaaaa.
Yo ass hear Flahne gigglin behind you, punctuated by tha feelin of one of her smooth, gel-like digits circlin yo' button. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Yo ass gasp, n' again n' again n' again when her long, probe-like tongue flanks yo' pleasure-buzzer, lappin across tha bud while her fingers teases back tha hood. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg! Yo ass gotta admit, you wanna feel dat writhang tongue of hers inside you, biatch.
Wigglin yo' waspish hips ta git Flahne’s attention, you reach back n' spank yo' ass enticingly. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch make you wait a agonizingly long moment, long enough ta plant a wet lick on yo' clitty before she moves her tongue down ta yo' hole. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch moves wit easy as fuck confidence, rockin her fingers ta spread yo' pussaaaaay lips sick n' wide ta give her muthafuckin ass easy as fuck access ta yo' pink slit. Well shiiiit, it feels like a tentacle slidin tha fuck into you, biatch. Yo crazy-ass whole body goes rigid up in response, every last muthafuckin afro standin on-end as tha alien appendage squirms n' writhes inside you, biatch. Gaspin n' panting, you grab tha far wall fo' support n' try ta hold on fo' dear game - or at least, try not ta scream under tha alien sensations crawlin all up in you, biatch.
Flahne’s tongue can do incredible thangs, you’re quick ta smoke up. Long n' sinuous n' dexterous, her writhang amber appendage seems ta hone up in on every last muthafuckin sensitizzle spot you’ve gots until you’re beatboxin n' trembling, strugglin ta stay on yo' Nikes. Yo ass buck yo' waspish hips back against her smooth face, grindin n' humpin ta tryin ta fuck Flahne’s tongue deeper tha fuck into yo' pussaaaaay.
"Gonna... gonna..." you moan, fingers scrabblin against tha wall. Flahne lyrics wit her fingers suddenly back round yo' clit, massagin yo' buzzer up in time wit her tongue’s ministrations. That’s just tha push you need ta slide over tha edge, hurlin you tha fuck into tha throez of pleasure. Yo crazy-ass playaaaaaa squeezes hard round Flahne’s tongue, squirtin thick rivuletz of girl-cum across Flahne’s cheeks. Yo ass can’t help but cry up now, no matta how tha fuck hard you try not to: a funky-ass boomin moan of pleasure dat you’re shizzle mah playas outside Flahne’s crib can hear as clear as day. It make me wanna hollar playa! Nothang can stifle you once tha dam’s been broken, n' you’re beatboxin like a funky-ass biiiatch up in heat as Flahne licks n' massages you all up in yo' climax.
A moment passes, n' you all but fall onto yo' knees when Flahne’s tongue slithers outta you, biatch. Yo ass spend a moment catchin yo' breath, tremblin wit tha aftershockz of yo' orgasm. Flahne gigglez n' licks her lips, murmurin "Now dat was a treat!" n' lookin round fo' wherever her hoodie fell.
As soon as yo' hairy-ass legs is steady again, you git up n' grab yo' SteeleTech suit, grinnin all up in tha amber gel-girl. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch blows you a lick between lickin yo' juices off her cheeks.
