...tops of her little sister's teats. "Plain old boobs had me a-poutin', grabbed my tits and made some mountains." She smiled. "Anyone at school ever say that rhyme, Frida? They did when I went there. Frida? You listening?"
Frida was, uh, not listening.
"We're losing her," Anita reported to her twin.
"Then let's bring her back," Nikita said. She thrust her middle finger into the pussy that, at this point, was so soaked it might as well have been crying pussy tears of joy. Her little sister moaned into the gag. "Oh, she's back. And she likes it," Nikita observed.
Anita turned back around, smiling a warm, sisterly smile (which really did no good to relax Frida, as it only reminded her that these were, in fact, her sisters and how fucked up the reality of this situation was). "Good." She grabbed the whip cream can and shook it up. "Now, what do you say we put some snow on these peaks?" She sprayed out two perfect, creamy snowcaps over each swollen nipple. Then, not waiting any longer, she bent down and sucked on each. "Mmmmmm…" she murmured. "Frida, you're sooooo soft…" The only response her sister gave was a constant moaning and tightly shut eyes with tear...