At the same moment the invisible mouth on Calista's breasts sucked harder.
Her nipples throbbed and fresh wetness spilled around the fingers buried in her pussy and ran further down her legs, darkening the fabric of her trousers until it clung to her skin.
Two more girls attacked together, one with wind blades and one with pure physical force.
However, Calista twisted between them.
Unfortunately for her, the motion dragged every invisible finger deep inside her.
Her thighs trembled and a soft, choked moan almost escaped her throat before she forced it down and answered with a sweeping cut that forced both girls to scatter.
The wind from their techniques lifted more of the girls' skirts.
Soft thighs and coloured panties flashed again and again.
One girl's pale pink underwear was already damp at the center.
She was likely damp from the lingering sweat of the day that clung to the fabric.
