fell into each others arms. And then she looked up at us, through caked over eyes, and smiled…
“Which one of ya is gunna rub this waffle in me cunny?”
“Shcome, shenter shme.” Shrendice demanded as she waddled backwards onto the bed,
never taking her beady black eyes of our bodies. She laid back seductively and crossed her frail,
small mole-legs. “Shundress sheach shother shfor shme.”
Brendan and I turned towards each other, and just like that it was just like that night in
the McDonald’s restroom. Though now we were so much more experienced. Effortlessly, we
unlaced each others bodices, and as he pulled the fabric over my head my member began to throb
painfully. I pulled his bodice over his head, and he smiled at me.
“Just like old times, eh?”
Frantically we went to the laces on our knickers, and torn them off each other as fast
we could. My member erupted out of my smallclothes, and practically screamed for him. His
gargantuan wang soon followed suit and through my drunken double vision I swore I saw it’s
head mouth my name. Brendan grabbed my head with his massive hands and pushed me down
onto the floor.
“Shyes, shjust shlike shthat,” the mole-woman whispered as she began to pleasure
herself with one of her clawed fingers.
“Take me whole, my friend.”
And I did… His member filled every inch of my mouth and throat, and soon I felt as
though I had joined him entirely. As I moved up and down his fish, Shrendice moaned louder and
my cock grew even more hungry till I couldn’t handle it anymore. I detached myself from him,
and pushed him down on me. Without a word he took me whole as I had him.