Chapter 55: Brown Girl
Butcher Demon
Ferris, did you actually have yuri-yuri tendency?
Even if so, the question remains. why this place â¦â¦?
Finally, the brown girlâs fingers reached out to Ferrisâs private parts.
ââ¦Hmm!?â
Ferrisâs eyes widened for a moment as a hand was placed under her skirt.
ââï¼ãâ â¡âï¼â»â¦â¦â
ââ §ãï¼ââããâ âã?â
Ferris speaks something, and the brown girl answers her.
Ferris bit his lips and quieted down.
The brown girl licked her tongue.
She pulls up Ferrisâs jacket, removes the exposed white bra with her mouth, and begins to run her tongue over the small bulge peeking out from under it.
At the same time, her fingertips are wriggling around in her shorts, and Ferrisâ face is as red as a boiled octopus.
she slumps to the floor, her back sliding against the wall with a sly grin.
Flicking nipples. Biting. Then she kisses Ferrisâs mouth and inserts her tongue deep into it and begins to suck on it. Once thatâs done, the fox ears flick while pulling a string of saliva.
âFuâ¦â¦Fuâ¦â¦Fu.â
Ferrisâs half-opened mouth made a cute and indescribable sound. Before I knew it, she was breathing hard, her eyes blurry and unfocused.
Brown girl, youâre skilled. As if sheâs been kissing every girl in school.
Oh, and it looks fun â¦â¦ Iâd love to do it too.
I felt the stimulation of the glans. Miss with the toothy, jittery look is there. She was giving me a great service, but I was looking away.
But hey, I canât take my eyes off that one.
Iâm Ferrisâs babysitter, you know. There may be a time when we need to stop.
The girl and I stopped moving for a moment and looked at each other.
â¦â¦.
Itâs a lie. Iâm a big fan of lesbians. I gotta watch that one.
Even now. The brown girl is twirling my semen thatâs splattered on the floor around her finger and shoving it into Ferrisâs mouth to sip and play with it.
Ferris was already muddled in consciousness, her tongue pinched out, white slime smeared on her lips, and whatever she wanted to do.
The brown girl was staring at her debauched face at close range, *ha ha ha*
Ferrisâs tongue is so cute and tiny. I want to give her a fresh one directly from my big dick, not the one that splattered on the floorâ¦â¦. But if the brown girl tries to insert that cum-soaked finger into Ferrisâs bottom mouth, I might have to stop her for a second.
As I was thinking about this, Miss gave a small sigh through her nose as she sucked on my son. She gets a dumbfounded look in her eyes and starts gulping me down. *Slurp, slurp, slurp* A tingle of pleasure crawls up my spine. I canât take my eyes off this one and that one.
But Iâm still worried about the other side.
I wonder what the brown girl is going to do from here. Iâm curious. She doesnât seem to have brought any toys with her, though.
Ferris, who had been subjected to the brown girlâs relentless caresses, was soon jerking and panting like a fish washed up on the beach.
Looking down at it with satisfaction, the brown girl let go of her body.
Quickly, Ferrisâs shorts were pulled up to her knees, and a transparent thread was pulled from the sopping wet white fabric.
She was sprawled out with her head facing me, so I couldnât see the most important part of her body, which was hidden by her skirt.
The brown girl is kissing and licking the sticky fingers that must have been playing with Ferrisâs private parts a moment ago, with an enthralled look in her eyes.
Her eyes lit up with a burning fire of desire.
The next moment, the brown girl ripped off Ferrisâs shorts and plunged her face deep into her skirt.
Ferrisâ eyes widened in surprise and her hips jumped.
âOhhh!?!? mmï½ï½ï½ï½!? mmï½ï½ï½ï½! mmm!?â
The aliens were not so different from the humans in their moans. Ferrisâs tiny scream echoed quietly through the cell.
â hmmmâ¦â¦. hmmmâ¦â¦. hmmmâ¦â¦. hmmmâ¦â¦. hmmmï½ï½ï½â
Perhaps embarrassed to raise her voice, Ferris held her mouth with both hands and looked desperate. But her uncontrollable breath had already turned into that of a female bitch.
The sound of her charming voice reflected repeatedly on the hard floor and walls of the cell, reached my ears in a surround sound.
When I heard it, my brainstem began to overflow with testosterone, the famous sex hormone.
âMmm! Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!â
The brown girlâs head repeatedly moves up and down, and Ferrisâ head bends in time with the movement.
Unable to resist, she used both hands to hold down the brown girlâs dark hair, but her head, trapped between her legs, sucked on it tightly and wouldnât let go.
I couldnât see the details of the cunnilingus scene.
The disgusting movement of those dirty acts that must be going on there. The frustration of not being able to see it, and the acceleration of Ferrisâs breathing, rather aroused my imagination.
A girlâs head was wedged between Ferrisâs sexy legs, and a chuckling sound escaped from the back of it. The sound was accompanied by a âFunniâ¦â¦! â¦â¦!â The fox girl twisted her body erotically and squirmed.
Ferrisâs eyes, which used to be full of joy, were now filled with cloudy tears.
This was some kind of shocking image.
Ferris was so sensitive that she seemed to be having one small orgasm after another. Maybe it was the brown girlâs powerful technique.
The brown girl rubbed Ferrisâ ass with one hand, squeezed the foxâs tail, and then plunged her hand into her own hot pants to comfort her. The routine was endlessly repeated.
At any rate, she seemed to be enjoying herself immensely.
As Ferris repeatedly arched her back in this way, her body was soon reduced to nothing but jittery, twitching flesh.
Still, the brown girlâs torture did not end. Rather, she took advantage of the fact that she was no longer resisting and increased the intensity of her face to make her feel even better. She was licking so eagerly that she could even beat a licking dog.
At last, Ferris sloppily opens her legs on the cold floor and accepts the act.
Her eyes, the light gone from them, looked at me.
A single drop dripped from her moistened eyeballs.
âJi, boâ¦â¦danââ
My name spilled out of Ferrisâs mouth along with her drool.
â¦â¦What is this, itâs weirdly exciting.
Itâs like Iâm experiencing a virtual cuckold rape.
Ferrisâs body is relaxed on the floor, and the brown girlâs cunnilingus is making her cum helplessly.
As I watched this scene, I felt as if I was inserting myself deep inside Ferris and humiliating her as I received Missâs deep throat.
When I looked down at her, she noticed and smiled mischievously and increased the movement of her throat. *Ngu Ngu* Her throat moves up and down, and the warm, slick friction begins to assault my glans and underside all at once.
In fact, the strange reassurance that Ferris wasnât being raped â or perhaps the small sense of danger that she might be was spiced up â masked my guilt at being so aroused by her vulnerable state.
â?????????!?â
Ferris arched her back and let out an inaudible scream as her hips bucked. I was so taken aback by the sight of Ferrisâ climaxing face that I forgot to signal my ejaculation and ended up release it in the back of her throat.
ââHmm, Gu â- uhg!â
A mixture of drool and cum flowed back out of the Missâs mouth.
My milk seemed to be thicker than usual, probably because my libido had been stimulated in an unprecedented way. In an unusual moment, Mistress spat out a huge penis and coughed.
âKehookâ¦â¦kehookâ¦â¦.*cough* *cough*â
I enjoyed the luxury of alternating between watching the pained face of Miss and Ferrisâs dazed face.
Out of the corner of my eye, a brown girl stood up quickly. It looks like sheâs done there, too.
âOh, it wasnât over.
The brown girl, wanting what was left of her, covered Ferris again and kissed her deeply and profusely.
Ferris also responded with a vague look on her face, but with her tongue firmly entwined. The two tongues peeking through the gap between the lips were intertwined like the mating of slugs.
Wowâ¦â¦ training completed. Amazing.
As I looked at her admiringly, the brown girl finally stood up.
She licked her still wet fingers and walked over to me.
The Miss moved away slightly on the floor to clear a path.
The brown girl stood in front of me and put her hand on my chest.
â¦â¦What? I mean, no wayâ¦
ãHello. Are you Jibodan?ã
A lustrous, youthful voice resonated directly in my brain.
Here it is â¦â¦ So this is a telepath.
I mean, how am I supposed to talk back?
The situation was so unexpected, messy lesbian sex in a cell, that I completely forgot to prepare.
Abigail said that telepathy is not the ability to read thoughts without question, but this is unthinkable.
ãIâm Lydia. If you understand what Iâm saying, can you give me a signã
I hesitated, and the son between my legs bounced up and down.
The brown girl gushes when she sees it.
ãIâm sorry, but you were connected to me. So thatâs mean You can actually understand me.ã
Lydia looks up at me with a look of admiration.
ãFerris said thereâs a butcher who understands what sheâs saying. I thought she was joking butâ¦ã
She smiled and her little fangs peeked out.
ãI have a power called telepath that allows me to speak directly to you. If you want to talk to me, you can touch my body and concentrate on itâ¦â¦Oh, but you canât touch me because you are restrained.ã
I stretch my tongue out and touching her.
Lydia giggled for a moment, but she soon realized my intentions and didnât stop the tip of my tongue from touching her arm.
*Petri* The tongue clinging to her brown shoulder.
Well, and. I guess this is how I should talk to her brain.
ãIâm Gevaudan. Knight of Ferris.ã
Lydia looks up at me, puzzled, for a moment. I think she got the message.
ãNot Jibodan?ã
ãThatâs Ferrisâs mistake.ã
ãWhat?ã Lydia, who was dumbfounded, soon began to burst out laughing.