She pushed harder, forcing it in with a burn that bordered on pain, but the fullness turned it to fire quick. Inch by thick inch, until her hips met mine, the base grinding my clit. My walls gripped it like a vice, every vein and ridge amplified by the size.

Tara started pounding—no mercy, hips pistoning fast and hard. The slaps echoed loud, her thighs smacking mine, the dildo churning my insides into froth. Juices squirted out with each thrust, spraying her belly. I gagged on Kendra's shaft as she pushed deeper, saliva dripping down my chin and onto my neck, mixing with the scent of pussy heavy in the...