...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 tears coming out, her body rocking to Nikita's rhythmic fingering. Anita continued licking until all the cream was gone. Then she sat back up, grabbed the can, and shook it for another go.
"Hey, Nikita, you know what I like about the genes in our knockers?" she said.
"We don't have those big ol' pepperoni slice titties. Nope, instead we have these cute little perky ones." She smiled and poked Frida's right nipple. "I see you there!"
"That's true! We're so lucky."
Anita sprayed a dot on Frida's neck and bent down, sucking on it and pressing her tongue against the...