"Private" Hentai: Femie Weydman Vs. Feruza Nabiyeva

Femie explored her lover's ass as they kissed. She chuckled at Feruza's soft moans and purred back as their tongues playfully wrestled and saliva was exchanged. "Nnnnnn...." While her hands kneaded and groped the Uzbek's ass, she patted her way up Feruza's rump and found the top of the skirt. She gave it a sharp tug and began to try and yank down Feruza's skirt. She wanted their bodies together, but it would take some time.

Under most any other circumstance, Feruza would have let her lover pull down her skirt. However, this was a hentai match, and her skirt was halfway off! She quickly put her hand upon Femie's, to try and prevent any further skirt pulling.

She pulled away from the kiss briefly. "Not so fast, lover." she purred. "I have to be one to make you cum." she stated, before kissing her once more.

"Ohoho-Mmpphm!"

Femie was chortling between kisses, hearing Feruza's words but finding them quite adorable. She didn't have time to respond before their lips were locked again. That wasn't going to stop Femie though. Feruza was trying to keep her clothes off, tbut they were coming off one way or another.

Now their hands were touching which meant Feruza's hand was in an awkward position. Femie bucked and used her free hand to try and shove Feruza off of her so she could roll the other way and put some distance between them.

Feruza let out a sad little whine as she was shoved away from the sexy Belgian. She lay there for a few moments, her cheeks red out of arousal and happiness. After a little bit of laying there and catching her breath, she got back onto her knees.

"And I was such enjoying, too." she teased, giggling a little.

"Oh, you'll continue to enjoy, ma chere." Femie purred.

She watched as Feurza tried to get to her knees and jumped to the side to try and get around and get hold of the back of the Uzbek, trying to wrap her arms around Feruza's waist and press her big tits into the girl's back, trying to hold her firmly in place on the bed.

"Wah!" Feruza yelped as Femie wrapped her arms around her. "You are very quick." she said, feeling the huge chest of her lover pressed against her. "And very large." she joked before attempting to wriggle free of the Walloon.

"Oh, let me go. I cannot pleasure you when I am like this!"

Femie's hands snaked upward and seizedboth of Feruza's breasts while the Uzbek wriggled. "Ohoho! You aren't exactly small, ma chere.' She chortled as she kneaded Feruza's healthy tits.

She then leaned in and ran her tongue along the back of Feruza's neck and then blew softly against the wet trail she left. She then tilted her head to the side and took Feruza's earlobe in her mouth and suckled on it. "I think I am getting quite a bit of pleasure right now, ma chere." Femie purred into Feruza's ear.

"Eek!" squealed Feruza as she was groped. "Ahn... I suppose that is right..." she said, rather proud of her bust. It was one of many things she was proud of, and in an odd way, it felt gratifying to be groped so passionately.

She shivered, however, when Femie started playing with her neck. "Gh! F-femie! That is cold..." she protested as Femie nibbled on her ear. "T-true..." Feruza admitted. Even if it wasn't the type of pleasure Feruza would prefer she receive, she couldn't deny the facts.

"Cold?" Famie asked curiously between hot licks. "Ou chaude? Ohoho!" She teased and opened her mouth, gnashing her teeth gently into Feruza's neck. "Nom!"

Her fingers meanwhile began to wriggle and massage against Feruza's chest, trying to use her fingers to pinch and squeeze and harden the Uzbek's nipples. "Oooh, Ma chere." Femie purred between licks. She then tried to inch the orange turtleneck up Feruza's body, trying to make her motions subtle. "Did you put on some new perfume just pour moi?" She purred with some idle chatter.

"Gh!" Feruza gasped as Femie gently bit into her. "F-femie, why are you so fixated on neck?" she asked as her hand creeped towards her own crotch, which was wettening at quite a rapid rate.

The groping sure didn't help, nor did the shirt being slowly pulled off of her. "Y-yes." Feruza answered. "I wanted to make sure I was pretty as possible." she explained, as she unknowingly rubbed the inside of her thigh. Femie certainly knew what she was doing.