SERICA
Cora rocked her hole against my fingertips, letting the fabric-wrapped digits press into her center as her lips brushed my neck. The snap of my harness popped, and my dick pushed into the chill, soft leather of my skirt.
"Brumer," I said, and her attention snapped back to me, eyes glowing like coals, but she didn't quit diving her digits into her frothing hole.
"We're going to sort this out, now." I pressed my palm against Cora's ass and led her into the meat locker, between large hanging sides of beef, "The three of us.
Cora looked unsure, but I gripped her ass tighter. The Esprit withdrew her fingers with a schlik, flipping forward to face us, "You don't get to decide that," her long hair licked at the air, I felt her warmth, "My Cherry-blossom can do better."
