He Enjoyed The Position He Was In, Lapping At Her Pussy Like His Life Depended On It. He'd Wrap His Arms

He enjoyed the position he was in, lapping at her pussy like his life depended on it. He'd wrap his arms around her things, fingers sinking into her thigh meat. He could get used to this- he could feel her small shivers of pleasure and her and his pushing down on him and him pulling her closer. He'd roll the tip of his tongue in her inner walls, caressing every bump and fold he could.

When he was close, he moaned into Sienna's pussy; wrapped around her like his life depended on it, his back did arch a bit at the schnee's suction. He wondered if he could get her to package the milf Schnee for the right price. Nevertheless, he came, releasing it all down her throat, forcing him to put more effort in her.

Sienna certainly seemed to be enjoying herself. She didn't particularly care about the length of his tongue; only reptilian faunus had long-than-average tongues, and even then, not always. What really mattered was that he could stimulate all her most sensitive parts with it, and so far, Lance was managing just that...

Weiss, meanwhile, kept sucking and bobbing her until she finally felt Lance cum in her mouth and throat. The Schnee slut showed no hesitation in gulping down his load, before backing off. It seemed she was instructed to stop after her 'client' came and await further instructions, but Lance would have to make Sienna cum before he could give any...

Lance would cock and eyebrow, he didn't feel like they were talking about the exact same thing- and they were talking past each other, despite her bringing it up. "Look come here, you can easily do it too, you seem good with your hands." He'd take her by the hand and sit her with him.

"One, two or more hands, it doesn't matter, what does here, is passion." He'd make a small hut with a sand like person laying down and surround it with a moat of water. Playfully nudging her he'd wait to see what she'd make, he gave her a smile, he had faith in her skills, and frankly? He was excited to see what she'd make.

"I'm aware of that. I have grown since that... Incident and made peace with it. It's something I can't change anymore" Yang said as she looked at her robotic hand

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do they drive? if so, do they enjoy driving or do they hate it? or somewhere in between?

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Immediately he'd put his tongue to work, his tongue was longer than most- a fact people liked to embarrass him with- but now he could put it to use- using the tip he'd flick the bead like part of her pussy before delving deep in the Khan's pussy; dragging and lapping wildly at her walls.

As for his lower half, he felt an ejaculation coming, he'd rather it be inside the schnee, putting good genes in that porcelain booty sounded great, he imagined that as his cock throbbed and he came down her throat, pleasure jolted down his body as she kept sucking, he'd hold himself back from actually crying out.

Still mostly stiff, it went half slack in her mouth and hand, some stimulation would fix that however.

Sienna watched as Lance laid back, and casually moved around on the bed to get into position. Since he said he was ready, the leader of the White Fang showed no hesitation in situating herself upon Lance's face. "Let's see how your tongue compares to the whoress~"

Speaking of whom, Weiss just kept going. She was almost like a machine, singularly focused on trying to extract Lance's cum straight from the source. Her mental programming was simply that strong, as she fully embraced her new role as a faunus fucktoy.