Tastes like chicken

astes like chicken
>she seems hesitant at first but you assure her it’s ok. Chica’s feathered face is glowing like yellow coal at the prospect, dodging the first few pecks then apologizing rapidly
>” I dunno Mike, you sure it’s ok?” she asks with an unsteady sigh
>You finally snag her beakless lips. She muffles a cry of shock trying to push you off, but her arms give out and soon she embraces you.
>The feeling is reasonably rough, but not too different from most kisses you’ve given. She opens her mouth inviting you inside
>your tongues brush against each other in exploration first. Each passing moment your kiss becomes deeper and more heated. She lets out a giggle bubbling into your mouth as you pull free leaving a short strand of saliva between you
>” W-well?” you ask her breathless
>She shakes her head with a fire in her eyes, “That was fucking hot, Mike!”
>She tugs on your collar, pulling you into her once more, guiding a hand under her shirt to the smooth lace of her bra.
>You fondle her breast as she starts a fierce battle in your mouth, wrestling your tongue with a heated fervor grinding against your erection with a plump, soft leg
>Together you pop and suckle as if you were sharing air, hardly able to control yourselves. She moans as your hand reaches into the tight lining of her bra and tugs her tit loose. With a thumb you stroke her nipple, giving a generous squeeze as the two of you fall on the couch
>She straddle’s over your lips locked as she reaches under her shirt to strip it off, releasing you only to bring it over her head. She pants wildly while she sits up, your hot cock pinned between her jeans
Anonymous Sun 08 Apr 2018 14:05:13 No.15054049 Report
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>you can feel the heat radiate off her crotch as she grinds into you hefting her bust and kneading them with her soft feathered fingers, “You want it?”
>You nod like a mad man shooting back up to taste her again, your tongues practically clean each other’s throats. Your hands grab generous portions of her ass.
>She squeals in delight, sending a hand snaking its way into your waste band. A single finger runs the length of your cock.
>You moan as she grips your long-neglected member and slowly starts to pump. All the while you remain firmly connected by your lips. She finally pulls her tongue free, licking her lips and whispers to you

>” What’d you two think you’re doing?”
>She drops little mike like a molten rod of iron as you both jump out of your skins and turn to face an unamused April.
>She folds her arms, “You two have no shame.”
>She walks toward the kitchen, stopping to look you over then grabs a soda out of the fridge
>The moment shot in the head the two of you make yourselves look decent before mother bun scolds you again
>You stand up to go to the bathroom only for a familiar hand to shoot up and smack your rear with a friendly *plomf*
>” Don’t do anything without me, “she growls. You look back at Chiclet, she snaps her teeth at you, eyes fixed on your butt all the way to the bathroom door,” gonna need it for tonight!”