The soap is bitter. She licks the wrinkled flesh. She has to strain to lift her head up to stay above the water. Ring gag forcing her mouth open. The girls cautiously do the same, but they both stare at me, not believing the sudden kindness. Finally after a few long minutes, I have Grace’s in all the way. Mid 30s. I take the girl’s little fingers, point her index finger, and coax her toward the pussy. I take my time, enjoying just wiggling and twisting the plug around, slowly parting Grace’s inexperienced hole. See the link in my profile to find all my stories and more chapters to this story
DISCLAIMERS
In this series, I write from the perspective of the VILLAIN. I walk around Grace, standing face to face with her. Remember wiping her little butt when she was little? I won’t say it again.” She obeys and her tongue pokes out from her ring gag. She helplessly thrashes her legs, but she’s too weak. She moved so gingerly, still working on getting the bigger butt plug into the smaller girl. I exhale, my head rushing in pleasure. I go sit on the sink counter and watch them struggle. Still pumping in and out of Ella, I reach down and spread her little asscheeks, admiring her little brown hole.
