Takamine greeted me in that tight, frilly maid outfit β hips swaying, voice like silk, her tongue tracing her lip as she whispered:
"Mistressβ¦ do I please you?" ππ€
Before I could answer, Bulma stepped in, matching her perfectly β her curves hugged by lace, and eyes already undressing me.π«¦π₯΅
But insteadβ¦ she grabbed Takamine by the chin and kissed her.π₯΅π
Slow. Wet. Tongue-first. π¦
Takamine moaned softly, clutching Bulmaβs waist as if she couldnβt breathe without her.
Their hips started grinding, little gasps escaping between kissesβ¦
And then came the toys...π€π€β€οΈβπ₯
Silicone. Fingers. Whispers like βharderβ, βdeeperβ, and βdonβt stop Bulmaaπ₯΅.β
They didnβt even glance at me β just locked in their rhythm, mouths full of heat, their bodies soaked in pleasure, but It was a paradise for my eyes, I couldn't stop touching myself while watching this passionate scene that was happening in front of meπ€πππ©΅
And when Bulma looked up at last⦠she smirked and said:
βThere's room for one more, babe.β π