Double Penetration

Chapter 29: Pink hole

“What a smooth pink hole she has.” I heard the voice of Uncle Alfred behind my back.

“Look, it started flowing.” He continued happily.

And I felt at that moment, as a drop of lubricant from the vagina ran between my small lips and fell to

the clitoris. A pleasant tickle ran down my crotch. The hole of the vagina squeezed out another drop,

which also fell to the swelling pea. The petals of my labia minora began to slowly fill with blood and

swell.

“Now, the other one.” Ben said sternly and changed his leg.

I began to lick his other foot, not forgetting about the fingers on it. Intellectually, I understood that later I

would remember this shameful moment and regret it, but at this moment, it seemed, my brain refused

to help me.

“Good dog. Come on, lick, lick…” The guy swam with pleasure.

I tried my best. I licked the feet of a young addict, and it was so vulgar, so disgusting that it did not fit in

my head. It turned me on strongly, the excitement grew with every second. I already wanted one of the

guys to quickly shove his cock in me. The holes relaxed in anticipation of the entry of solid trunks into

them.

Uncle Alfred sat down next to my ass and began to run his fingers over my genital lips. A pleasant

sensation in the perineum, invigorated me, setting me in a positive mood for further pleasures. Moving

his fingers, he spread my buttocks wide and spat on my pink anus. He smeared saliva around the

circumference of my sphincter, and inserted a finger into the anus.

“And her ass is working.” He said happily. “The finger moves calmly in it.”

And then he inserted the second finger into my anus. He began to make circular and translational

movements with them, gradually stretching my hole. Although I was already ready to accept any

member. I got so turned on that my mind began to slowly leave me. I was ready to do absolutely

reckless things.

Ben, satisfied with my licking his feet, squatted down and lightly patted me on the cheek.

“Good girl. What do you want us to do to you?” He asked, affectionately while he looked into my eyes.

“I don’t know… Do what you want… Just don’t hit me, please.” I asked him, and looked guiltily into his

eyes.

“The girl allows us a lot. Have you guys heard?”

“Yeah. Have you heard?”

“Well, so what will we think of next?”

“I figured it out.” Said Uncle Alfred, who diligently kneaded my anus.

He got up and left the room. The other two sat down next to me and began stroking my body. One took

care of my back and my chest, the other took care of my legs anus and crotch.

“You are so warm and smooth.” Said Ben.

“And so tender and wet.” Added the second guy who stroked my crotch and buttocks.

Ben took my nipples with his fingers and squeezed them slightly. I groaned in slight pain and pleasure.

“Look, ladybug.” Said Ben to the black-haired one and began to knead my chest, as if milking a cow.

At this moment, for some reason I regretted that I had no milk. Otherwise, it would be generally cool

and exciting. The second guy, with one hand parted wider my labia and inserted two fingers into the

vagina, and with the other hand pulled my ass a little.

“Well, quietly, quietly…” He said and patted me on the buttocks.

I pulled my ass back again and arched my back.

“Here is a clever girl.” He said affectionately, continuing to rotate his fingers in my wet hole. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

He wet his fingers with the lubricant from my vagina and began rubbing my clitoris. A warm wave

immediately went through my body. My stomach tickled pleasantly. The anus relaxed and opened a

little. The guy noticed this and grinned. I felt so good. One squeezed my chest and pinched my nipples,

the other tickled the vagina and rubbed the clitoris. It was an indescribable feeling.

I stood on all fours and did not move, afraid to frighten them away. Let them caress me longer. It was

no longer clear who was using whom. Are they mine or am I theirs? They played with me and they felt

good. I saw how their members tensed. And their heads turned red and a little blue. The balls hung

calmly in leather pouches under their limbs.