Tracey time

“I think one at a time first. After she is worn down, then we sandwich double time her.” You shake your head in terror, unable to see or speak. “Ready, Lucy? Because it’s….Tracey Time!” Before you scream, you are moaning like a whore. “That’s…it…that’s a good girl…..take it, take it…..Mmmmmmm…” “Was sex for girls like this? Tracy was inside your lips and ploughing away. The intensity, the feelings.” You were so wrapped up in the pleasure that you forgot what was coming. You were close, a few more thrusts….before you felt something inside you and she pulled out. Your eyes widened before you started to cry. She spilled spunk inside you. Your life was over.

“Now, now, Lucy. A quick bum fuck will turn that around!” You were unable to reply as you were crying out with racked delight. You could feel the nerve endings in your backside tingle as you were filled utterly. “O-ookaay! N-NOW!” You began howling like a banshee. Tracey was inside your front again, while Dana filled her promise by taking you in the darkness of the void between your cheeks. Like a seesaw, they rocked back and forth, sawing and cleaving you in half. Your guttural exclamations sounded less like expression of pleasure, but the wails of some forlorn Irish banshee. “TAKE IT LUCY!!!!” exclaimed Dana. “IN YOUR HOLES, SLUT!” Expressed Tracey. You were unable to reply, only to comply as you promptly squirted across the devices as waves crashed and crescendoed over your new nubile female form.