Shana and Grace III

I opened the mirror and asked Grace to stand in front of it, with her back towards me. When I had finished licking down her back, I grabbed her pelvic bones from behind and dragged her down, so she almost fell. A Graceful smile, and a hard slap on the cheek, and, as I turned, a smack, as spanking, burning pain on my buttocks. I turned all around, and Shana put away the cane and installed the buttbreaker.

Grace turned me, got me down, and the rator slid into her wet, musty cunt. Noiselessly. Smack, Ouch, the cane — I shot forward, Ouch said Grace and shoved backwards, OW, that was the butt of the buttbreaker hitting my hole and rammed in deep. So back on Grace, who howled at the speed, and bounced back, ow, it was crazy, shaking, back forth oscillation, till I came as a ship fallen down in a wave, and, at the highest dale, when the sperm flooded the cunt, the Cane hit twice, three, four times, blood trickled and as I fell back, my feet went red.

Follow Up — Shana and Grace II

Grace rode, rode, was a lift, and bounced. I could see her in the mirror, her facial expression twisted, fraught, ecstatic. Tight. Contracted. Bounce, and my nerves went on fire, squeezing in, trapped, my mouth hit by Shanas greater lips, odour filling nostrils, moan, and a flood of juice invading. Bounce, hit, off, on, squeeze, sneeze, atchoo, my God. Groaned off, and wet, sweat reeking. Stopit. O no, not over yet. Yet a squeeze

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.