Shana and Grace I [As First Poor Tempt]

Shana was standing behind grace, looking now over her shoulder, then under her arm, and then with her face hidden from view. Black glossy hair mingled with her, for her colour was black too, but not glossy. Grace's hand ploughed through the undergrowth, splitting the lips like cliffs, hiding her nails. Pure pleasure, I was sure. Shana brought round her hands and lightly touched. Nipple one popped, number two was left in suspense, until a trickle of saliva down from Grace's shoulder made this one too, number two, pop. Groan, moan shoan, Shana, who presently turned around, and stuck her bum forward between G-legs. Grace continued further down (naturally), and slid until, via the butt-hole, she reached S-vagina, and stopped. Spit, splat. And the first moisture was there. Smearing on, stop. Grace grabbed the carrot, and used that instead. Pure pleasure again, Shana went and stabbed, and whined. Pain. As for me, I was delighted.