For The Sensual

One kneeled behind Sydd, spread her cheeks and began to lick….heavy, copious, spitty strokes and stabs, lubing that asshole…. The other spit in his hand and gently stroked the slender one's cock as she folded back on her haunches, mesmerized, by the beautiful, tight, athletic ass in front of her…

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Sydd felt the moment….beckoned them off…. Then, over her shoulder: 'Come Wonda-grl, come do Mami, Babi….'

'Wonda-grl' placed the mauve mushroom against Sydd's rosebud, the heat was incredible for both of them….from the cradle of her arms where she rested her head and arched her back, Sydd whispered 'Slow, Babi….slow….We've got all night…'

'Wonda-grl' did as bid….her push was firm, but measured. Sydd felt the head open up her ass…. Now, she winced, caught her breath and clinched her teeth—the girl was big….

It hurt…. It hurt, but it was what Sydd wanted. She fought the urge to resist being impaled on all this slick wood….she wanted it; really wanted it…. So….instead, she pushed back….

It stretched her….stretched her good. She could feel every fuckin' inch, or so she thought….and she wanted it to be over…. Or so she thought…

Then the rocking began…. 'Wonda-grl' began to rock in Sydd's ass—to rock Sydd's ass—slow, methodical swings of that dick; each dip a little deeper than before…. Then, Sydd realized that the low, deep moaning she heard was her own….the rhythm took her body and she began to rock back….

Now the stretching was desired…longed for…. Sydd was bold with pleasure….she began to back onto the thrusts…to force them deeper….to force that slim bitch's too big dick up her ass….Now, she wasn't the only one moaning….

'Mmmmmmmm, Babi….it's so good….soooooo, fuckin' good…. Do Mami…do Mami'….