Charisma Part 4

Somehow, though, she wasn’t the least bit uncomfortable in the back of the limousine, even though she was aware that the driver peeked at her often in the rear view mirror. Tiffany didn’t mind her situation at all. Fingering the locket on the delicate gold chain that hung between her enlarged breasts, she was much too busy thinking of Charisma or, rather, of Charisma and her together. She hadn’t been gone from the sorceress’ side for more than fifteen minutes, and, already, she missed her immensely. As she thought of the two of them together, her fucking Charisma with a huge cock, of Charisma’s double-pronged prick in her ass and temporary cunt, and of her tongue made huge licking and probing Charisma’s watery cunt, Tiffany’s cock rose, stiff and swollen, and her balls, like her erect nipples, ached. Her fingers stroked the fine chain on which the locket was suspended. She’d call Charisma as soon as she got home and tell her how much she loved her, how much she missed her, how she was desperate to see her again.