“Get on your knees!” he shouted.
“What?!”
“Get on your knees, Rebecca!” Kyle shouted again. Something inside him was telling him that he should screw every girl in a range of 40 meters. He should leave his legacy behind as a male frog.
Rebecca walked towards him. Kyle flickered his tongue and licked her belly, twitched and scooped inside her pants. Her legs failed and she dropped on the floor, took her pants off and opened her legs letting him do job. Before anything more she felt Kyle’s now cold fresh skin on her and felt him penetrate her. He was going hard on her, like he did to Sam, his frog tongue flickered around her breasts. She gasped.
Kyle felt a hand on him. He looked over his shoulder to see Sam.
“Kyle, you swamp hunk…”
Kyle scooped his webbed hands under Rebecca’s body, lifted her up (he had never been able to do that in his human body) and threw it on the bed. He kept doing her, as Sam in front of him opened herself to him and he pleasured her using his tongue.
Both girls were reaching orgasm, when he, himself did too. Kyle withdrew and with a deep croak that inflated his entire throat he came on Rebecca and Sam. Leaving their faces covered in his were-frog juices. He fell exhausted on the bed, put his hands under the head and breathed heavily.
“What if you do some tongue work?”
Sam didn’t hesitate and cleaned his shaft. Rebecca waited for some time, she cleaned her face to the sheets, and then kissed him and licked his body, from his armpits to his belly. Kyle closed his eyes and enjoyed.