Melanie's finger slipped inside, feeling the silken vice of Umi's asshole as her other hand went to town on the bee girl's slick cunt. As her one finger slid in to the hilt, Melanie began to move, thrusting it in and out, before finding she wouldn't be satisfied unless she got to watch Umi really squirm. A second finger dove in after the first, scissoring the girl's tight ass as the ones in her pussy danced around one another and across her sweet spot. Melanie was really grinding her cock against Umi's chest now, a spurt of fresh peppermint coating her cleavage as her others hands smeared it across her breasts. Her breath hitched, the zil gal's mouth suckling her tits just right, and tickling her with her tongue. Out of nowhere, Melanie stopped, pressing her hands against Umi so that she lay back, and sadly, prying her thirsty mouth off of her nectar-filled rack. "Okay, I'm sorry, but I've gotta get a taste too." She panted, lowering her head between Umi's thighs as her tongue lapped insistently against the girl's tight black slit.