Claire stopped and roughly pushed her hand down the back of the tights again, pawing and squeezing at the entrance to Beth’s puss in a vain effort to remove the ball.
“Spit it out!” she commanded.
With eyes closed and burning cheeks, feeling like a Bangkok stripper, Beth tensed her crotch and squeezed the muscles to help repel the ball. It popped out into Claire’s ready palm and her hand came back out of the tights and quickly up so that the ball was being pushed against Beth’s other lips, forcing her jaw to open uncomfortably wide as she took it into her mouth. She could taste the jam mixed with her p***y juice, a sweet and sour ball that stuck to her tongue and held her mouth open. Claire had been to the cool box again and came back with the other required ingredient: clotted cream. S
