She was only vaguely aware that something was occuring on her thigh, just above her knee, when she felt his hand pressing against the inner surface, forcing it to slide apart, widdening her. Each one stretching her, making her gasp and moan with the sensation of filling, each one pushing the one inside her before it even deeper, until she felt herself full to bursting. His stiff cock curved slightly, and as her hands pumped up and down its thick length, drops of slippery fluid coated the mushroom head. Without mercy, she teased me, holding back what I wanted so badly while I lay there like a slut offering everything. The softness of her flower bloomed against the pressure of my tongue and I stretched in as far as I could reach. And then, she felt something brush her lips. The water was cold despite the heat outside. They were vibrators. His teeth were off-white. With my thumbnail I scraped lightly over the undefended rosette while my fingers gathered moisture nearby.