“We’re not licked yet, chum! Let’s get loose of these ropes before Piledriver can spurt his enslaving cum all over us,” said Argent as she tugged against the bonds that held her captive atop her partner and lover, Sable. “Just wiggle your third finger and…”
Hot drops of liquid lust spattered over the faces of the captive superheroines. The spoodge on Argent’s tongue tasted of salt and submission. The musky scent was everywhere, inflaming her desire with every breath. Licking every speck off Sable’s face while her partner did the same wasn’t even a decision. It was instinct.
By that point, even Argent had to admit they were thoroughly licked.
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