The Love Seat w/ Femie Weydman feat. Andrea Ümlaut

Femie didn't need much more than Andrea's command. She was already on the brink and somehow her body listened to the metalhead's demands as if she really was beholden to Andrea and her rough thrusting.

"Oh! Ooooh! Mon Dieeeeeeeeuuu!"

She squealed as her body convulsed and juices flowed from her. "OUI! OUI! OoooaaahhhnN!"

She wriggled and writhed as her body was continued to be jostled by the rough humping. Even after she came, she panted hotly, her large breasts wobbling to and fro in every direction while her eyes did the same in her head. That was definitely nice.

"M-uh-mon Dieu..."

The lewd french moans of Femie were heavenly to Andrea's ears, they were so hot. She didnt' speak french but hearing this hot skank yell Mon Dieu was beyond a turn on and Andrea felt like a goddess. She was sexually rejuvenated and her confidence was restored!

"OHHHH Gawwwdd!!" cried Andrea, throwing her head back as her pussy lips kissed Femie's, her womanly juices mixing with the doctor's own milk, panting furiously as her arms shook weakly before she leaned forth and flopped atop of Femie, tiredly mashing her lips against Femie.

"Mm...Mh...Mhah..."

Femie returned the kiss as well as she could, feeling too drained to get aggressive. "Mmmmmm..." She hummed, her lips vibrating against Andrea's before she turned her head and brought one arm up to run through Andrea's short, spiky hair.

"I'd say... hah... that tonight was a productive session... However, I recommend at least one follow up session... in private..."

"Mrrrmmm!!" Andrea cooed within the kiss, feeling electricity against her lips from Femie's beautiful hums. When she broke the kiss, Andrea was still needy and wanting, mashing her lips against Femie's cheek and nuzzling against her, panting hotly as soft fingers ran through her shaggy hair. It was euphoric.

When she heard the doctor's request however, Andrea leaned back to look Femie in the eyes. "Oh Doc! I thought you'd never ask!!" She beamed with excitement before mashing her lips back on Femie's, shoving her tongue into the doctor's mouth, having her way with her before standing up and extending her hand to the doctor.

Andrea's cheeks were hot and flushed. But as she looked down at Femie, she genuine smiled at her.

"Oh, of c-mmmphmmm! nnnnn...."

Femie was forced back into a deep kiss and didn't even protest. She let Andrea's tongue probe her mouth as much as she wanted, panting when Andrea finally stopped and stood up. She felt like she was plastered to the mat but was able to reach out her hand to take Andrea's and somehow get to her feet.

"M-Merci, ma chere..." She thanked the metalhead weakly, a glowing smile of her own in return as she nodded to Andrea. Femie wobbled towards where the clothes were and dug through them until she gathered up the microphone.

"Thank you, everyone..." Femie panted into the microphone. "I hope that this has been an enlightening experience for you all! Remember... passion is what drives us all, make sure yours is in tip top shape! See you next time!"

Femie dropped the microphone and turned, leaving the clothes and the furniture where it had ended up and walked back towards Andrea, pressing against her from the back and wrapping her arms around the girl.

"Mon Dieu, what a night..." She purred.

Andrea moaned as she kissed Femie. She just met this french sex pot. But after an experience like that, The Metalhead knew Femie wanted her bad. Doctor, Doctor. She had a bad case of lovin...

"Uh huh." Replied Andrea, her own legs wobbly but she managed hold off on showing her 'weakness' as she stood behind Femie while she addressed the crowd. Andrea didn't know what to do except give them all The Sign of Horns until Femie said goodbye.

Andrea was on her way to retrieve her clothes when Femie pressed against her. She blushed immediately before standing up straight and looking over her shoulder at Femie with a wide, foxy grin.

"Bitch, you're in for one!" She wrapped her bicep under Femie's chin, holding her head softly while nuzzling her cheek against Femie, cooing softly.

"Ohoho, still hungry!?"

Femie said as Andrea tried to cradle her chin. Femie slipped away and wriggled free from Andrea. "You'll have to go hungry tonight, ma chere. It is not good for you to glut all in one evening, ohoho! Besides, others need to use this ring still..."

Femie then slipped out of the ring and threw a coy look back towards the metalhead and then slipped through the ropes and skipped playfully up the ramp, her mostly nude form and large breasts jiggling as she scampered away from Andrea with a haughty chortle.

"Hell yeah!" Andrea exclaimed. She was ready to rock and roll all night and party every day!

But when Femie slipped free from her grasp, she blinked in confusion as the girl told her she'd be going hungry.

"B-But..." Andrea protested. "We don't need a ring! DONT' BE A COCKTEASE! H-HEY!" Andrea spat as she watched the practically nude doctor sensually sacamper up the ramp, leaving Andrea red faced and needy.

"Asshole!" She spat before slipping on her tank and pants stomping out of the ring angrily towards the backstage, grumbling to herself.