[SLUT]Go get fucked by it.

Unprotected by any cloth from attempts at fulfilling fantasies, Inga's pussy moved dangerously close towards the sculpted phallus. Although it was not lubricated, it had a slippery plastic feel to it. The girl's heartbeat was steadily quickening from the thought that she could actually have a good time right here, right now.

She stood up on her tiptoes, as high as she could, and leaned towards it more intently than she planned. All doubt dissipated like morning mist, because it did not matter anymore. The dick-antique was already inside and getting deeper as Inga put more and more of herself onto it.

Just when she thought she fucked up and there was not enough space, her crotch gained grounds around the base of the phallic exhibit. Still in disbelief, she slowly put her weight off from the unfriendly white tiles. Not like she would be able to stand up right now with her knees getting so weak all of a sudden. The mirror slipped from her hand onto the floor, but did not break.

There was never any pain, only immense pressure that Inga was kind of getting used to over time, allowing herself to rock around a little bit, getting a very large bit of pleasure in return. She let her legs away from the base of the sculpture, and when they swung around a single time and found no ground on their way, she gave in completely, closing her eyes and trusting the phallus with her entire body. Then there was a slight thrusting motion — or so it seemed — and she was over the edge, with a whiny, stretched moan of release leaving her lips and shared itself across the entire building.

She rocked and she rocked, with the ringing from her earrings drowning out any disturbances that could interfere with the act of love with the sculpture.

With her mouth still indecently wide open, Inga was barely able to find enough grip to take herself off the device, get back onto the cold floor and pick up her good-luck charm, the hand mirror. After just a couple shaky steps,{if CLUE = 0} she turned around to look at the phallus again. It was clear that this was no simple sculpture, as she was positive that it was taller than before, which was why she could not reach the floor.

Then, where the fuck did her fluids go? She came real good! The sculpture must have absorbed them somehow, and did a great job. If it had not done it, escaping the phallus could be much harder than it was.{else} she was horny for more already. She turned around to look at this weird yet perfectly normal penis scuplture. It almost looked boring now. Maybe there was something more interesting in this fucked-up place.{endif}