I could feel the rough hairs of her sex rubbing against the shaft of my penis. What better time? A hands-free double dildo. And more than touch, I am conquering, feeling her warm body around me, the muscles stimulating the tip of my penis with their contractions as I thrust again and again. “I can tell you want to fuck her, don’t you?”
I nodded. She shook her head shyly. “Now come to mama.”
I was so sensitive, with the skin stretched so thin, that as she lightly ran her fingernail along it I trembled. “It feels so wonderfully filthy!”
“I’m going to come in your shit hole,” I said. I bent down to brazenly pull down Yasmin’s loose-fitting bra (her breasts were so small, the bra slid right down) and kissed her left, then her right nipple. It was almost convincing. I kissed the beautiful clean white soft buns in front of my face while I kept thrusting into Gabriella, slowly, gently. Then Yasmin reached out and guided me to that opening, and I pushed, again and again. I gazed into her eyes. I stood in the bathtub over her, astraddle her ankles, my feet in the yellow liquid that streamed from her.
