More times that you can count

“It’s ok, babe! Ughhhhhhhh…..take it!!!! TAKE IT INSIDE Y-YOu!” You were positively roaring. Greta was munching on popcorn as she watched you. Daria was on her phone looking bored. “How far along is she?” You barely heard your mother say. “Amber’s been inside her butt since I got here. She really likes being ass fucked hard.” “That’s good news. I was worried that she wouldn’t take to things quickly. Please pass me some popcorn, Greta!”

It was drilling inside you as she began moving back and forth faster and deeper as she tried to extract more pleasure from you. “Ride her, cowgirl Amber, yee-haw!” quipped Greta. “Now Greta, let’s keep our comments to ourselves until your little sister has been throughly pleased.” You wanted to say something, anything. It was so humiliating for them to watch you like you were a porn star. But sadly, your quim was of a very different opinion. And you began to spasm as she kept going.

“Thar she blows!” giggled Greta. “Not yet.” Monotonely added Daria. You are struggling with the intensive pleasure. You feel drained and empty as the familiar slapping sound as she pounds away inside your willing body. She pauses for a moment as you try to gain your breath as the strap vibrating inside you before she pulls out and rams it back in. You howl as you explode one last tine before everything is black.