Velma and Daphne sat in the back of the Mystery Machine waiting for Fred, Shaggy, and Scooby to return from inside the restaurant. “What is taking them so long?” Daphne fumed as she stared out the smoky window of the van.
“You know those three. They probably couldn’t wait until they got back here to eat.”
“Yeah, chivalry is not one of their strong suits.”
“Well at least they know how to fuck,” Velma giggled.
“I wouldn’t keep sticking around otherwise,” Daphne responded.
“Well what am I, chopped liver?” Velma asked indignantly.
“Oh don’t get your panties in a wad. You know I like pussy just as much as I like cock.”
“And thank goodness for that.” Velma grinned widely as Daphne pushed her back to lie on the seat.
“We really should get these seats taken out and get a bed put in back here considering how much time we spend on our backs,” said Daphne as she pushed up Velma’s short pleated skirt. A damp circle darkened the crotch of her white cotton panties.
“And knees…” added Velma. “A mattress would be much easier on them than these bench seats ar… ohhh,” she moaned as Daphne pushed the soft fabric aside and slithered her pink tongue up Velma’s quivering outer lips. Her hips bucked upwards as she pushed her pussy into Daphne’s face. When Daphne’s tongue flicked against her swelling clit, a sharp cry tore from Velma’s mouth.
Velma threw her leg up over the back of the seat which spread her creamy thighs wider, the pink petals of her sex blooming, opening to expose the glistening entrance to her pussy. Daphne breath Continue reading →