Peach's School Story Page 5

Peach Firmly pushed against Mascha’s rippling abs, forcing the physically imposing but behaviourally submissive futa backwards until she planted herself on the edge of the couch. Even sitting down the length of Mascha’s now painfully erect cock rose from her groin to its peak just below Peach’s nipples. Peach placed one hand on each of her guests’ knees and spread her tree trunk legs apart, the tension of her muscles angled Masha’s cock away from her and towards the hungry eyes of Peach.

Peach stepped forward before slut dropping between Mascha’s legs, putting on a show for the patiently waiting Dasha watching from the other side of the coffee table. Cupping both cantaloupe-sized balls hanging in front of him, Peach brought his mouth to them as he slowly rose up running his hand around and up the length of Mascha’s cock. Mascha’s mouth hung agape from the overwhelming combination of physical and emotional sensations.

“P-Peach” moaned Mascha as she tilted her head up at the femboy mounting her on the couch. 

“Just relax Mascha.” giggled Peach “Let me take the lead.”  

Peach gently griped Mascha’s chin with one hand while firmly guiding the cock prodding against his cheeks. With a rhythmic gyration of his hips, peach began to dig the hard shaft inside himself.

“Ughoh” Mascha breathed in sharply as she felt her head beginning to expand Peach’s saliva-moistened hole.

Peach bit his lip, which slowly glided underneath his teeth. “Now you be careful with your date Mascha not everyone is as experienced at taking such girth”

Dasha watched, erection pulsating, as her sister slowly entered their host. Glancing behind him to better guild Mascha inside himself Peach locked eyes with Dasha. 

“That goes for you too.” Winked Peach as he returned his attention to the futa underneath and entered him.