”“Can I buy you a drink?”“Sure, Seco and juice.”She didn’t tell me what kind of juice but the bartender knew as I made the order and it wa... pineapple. I thought I should try it and ordered the same.“Thank you. Do you live here or visiting?” asked Yamileth when I gave her the drink.“Visiting, my friend over there, John, he lives here.”“Do you like it?”“Sure, it’s very nice. I like to surf.”“All Gringos do, and drink beer.” She laughed and said something to her friend in Spanish which I didn’t. On and off all night he had taken advantage of herpredicament. Angel had spent a few months allowing Tomto select and then stretch her cunt to accommodatevarying hollow tubes. Starting with plumbing fittings,experimenting with drink mix containers, and finallyadapting a livestock fertilization tubes – Tom hadfound an incredible combination of openness andheightened sensitivity. Once strapped into Angel, shewas at the mercy of anything he slipped into her forshe had no ability to close her. Spreading her legs, she pulled the thick hair at the sides of her lips taut and pressed the clipper at the juncture of her thigh. "Ohh! That tickles, but it feels nice!" and she wanted to tell him about her toys, but decided to show him sometime instead. She carefully ran the clipper up her labia, and in a few minutes she was satisfied with her work. She had also trimmed above so that her mound was still covered but not so thickly. "Now, the rest is up to you, my lover." She liked the sound. The solitary word “yes” leaves my lips and I nod simultaneously as your fingers strive to spread my tightest hole. “Now finger fuck it!” I tell you because I’m greedy like that. A finger magically finds it’s way into my tight but avid hole and you spit on me to add lubrication as you enjoy the tight muscles resisting your efforts. When I’ve relaxed a little and am crying out overwhelmed by only the pleasure at having both holes violated you add another finger stretching me now as you feel your.