Amy Ch 21
Hovering inches above the golden bedpost, Amy squatted, and holding the post firmly with one hand, she spread her vagina as wide as possible with the other. She glanced over her shoulder at John and Eve, smiled at how lovely they looked fucking and without ever being quite sure how she’d managed it, ever so slowly sank down. Her outer labia widened into an extended fleshy cleft, her inner lips pulled slowly apart in acceptance of the knobby post head, yawning open as the pink wetness of her...