CrimsonKink in topic Amateurs
Story 2: Her eyes rolled back as her skin stretched, and stretched gradually but pleasantly right under her wet asshole. That night’s sex had the most delicious “skewer” for them on the menu. Both arrived at the same time to the pinnacle of their arousal. Max length, max girth for him. Veins bulging as strong as little bumps on a ribbed glass dildo. Max pulse, high sweat for het. The labia was a red pulsating swollen pillow aching for everything and everyone to bury their heads in it.
The newfound technique, which they later named “skewer” was quite simple. However,it felt purging for both. No surprise her eyes rolled back. And had the view for him been any less spellbinding, his eyes were rolling too. But they were stuck on a mesmerizingly stretchy skin and a shiny, freshly shaved asshole which he kept spitting on uncontrollably. She was kneeling in front of him. He was laying on his back right behind her. He then fucked her pussy from below, almost as if he was trying to thread his cock through like a needle. Inserting in her already stretched cunt and expecting to resurface through the anus at the top. And the squeeze… oh god, the squeeze and the feelings, which the glans pressed out of the nerves under the thin skin…
None of them knew about the nerves meeting and greeting each other in this inverse and twisted way of intercourse. It felt like a million tiny trembles and mini-orgasm in each cell in the butt. He was spooning, almost scraping from the inside, stretching my skin more and more, tingling more and more cells in the thin layer of skin. The glans prepared the perfect canvas from the inside, almost as if the painting has already been on it, and it just ached for it to be properly stretched, After the head snapped out, every new insertion led to an increasingly liberating tingle that spread out from butt to stomach and then inundated the entire body. Both of their bodies.
The newfound technique, which they later named “skewer” was quite simple. However,it felt purging for both. No surprise her eyes rolled back. And had the view for him been any less spellbinding, his eyes were rolling too. But they were stuck on a mesmerizingly stretchy skin and a shiny, freshly shaved asshole which he kept spitting on uncontrollably. She was kneeling in front of him. He was laying on his back right behind her. He then fucked her pussy from below, almost as if he was trying to thread his cock through like a needle. Inserting in her already stretched cunt and expecting to resurface through the anus at the top. And the squeeze… oh god, the squeeze and the feelings, which the glans pressed out of the nerves under the thin skin…
None of them knew about the nerves meeting and greeting each other in this inverse and twisted way of intercourse. It felt like a million tiny trembles and mini-orgasm in each cell in the butt. He was spooning, almost scraping from the inside, stretching my skin more and more, tingling more and more cells in the thin layer of skin. The glans prepared the perfect canvas from the inside, almost as if the painting has already been on it, and it just ached for it to be properly stretched, After the head snapped out, every new insertion led to an increasingly liberating tingle that spread out from butt to stomach and then inundated the entire body. Both of their bodies.
