By now Chantal's right titty has become so purple, from my milking it, that it's beginning to resemble a ripe eggplant. While continuing to tear away at her labia, I notice several clumps of my own, torn out pussy hair, floating to the floor. This Whore is really doing a number on my, once, furry bush. Suddenly, I intentionally fall to my knees in front of Chantal, my face practically touching her naked vagina. With both hands I furiously begin spreading her fleshy folds of vulva apart. Ah Ah ! There it is ! Chantal's hard, bite-sized, protruding clitoris. I sink my teeth into the pink colored membrane and start to chew away on it. Chantal responds with a blood curdling scream. I can sense Chantal's knees beginning to buckle. I think I've struck a nerve.
At this point, I look over to check on JT, and his monster of a penis, just in time to see a powerful stream of his white, creamy, man-goo shoot high into the air and almost dent the ceiling. I'm hoping he has saved some of his semen for me.
