It clearly wasn’t easy, and when it popped in, Ashley let out a tremendous scream and began to thrash around. Now speared in the ass, there was no e...cape. The big black cock began to stroke in and out of Ashley’s tiny little butt hole. It didn’t seem possible for it all to fit, but with a bit of perseverance, it was soon had it buried to the root. Now he began to pound, taking full strokes in and out as the car rocked back and forth with the pounding. He let out an a****l growl and put all his. ‘I’m tired today,’ Trevor said. ‘You can clean it up for us, can’t you, Kamille?’ ‘Yes, it would be my pleasure,’ she said. ‘I know it will make you happy to have the house clean. You should rest and let me take care of everything.’ ‘Good girl,’ Trevor said, smiling. ‘Why don’t you take a shower? Don’t dress, though. Just come back naked. I have something for you to wear while you clean.’ ‘Yay!’ Kamille said. ‘I love surprises.’ When she came back all fresh and clean and nude, Trevor handed her. This time, it was me that lay back and Celine straddled me in a 69. I felt her hands pass under my ass, pulling my cheeks apart, then slipping in-between my thighs. I felt something cold against my button, my poor, over-heated love bud. As promised, sex-toy in hand, Celine opened me up with one hand and abruptly invaded my intimacy with the latex stud-muffin clutched in the other. I moaned, hell, I squealed my delight as my abundant wetness facilitated an easy passage right up to my cervix. The. She racked her brains trying to think of someone who’d she’d want anywhere near her genitals. The only man her age who she really liked was Justin and although she’d had an enormous crush on him since their parents had first married, he wasn’t really a viable target. Shit, it wasn’t worth thinking about anyway, it wasn’t as though she was going to actually get a metronome and try it on anybody. *** It had taken her ages to track down a metronome with the correct moving parts necessary. To read.