Sex Machine and Hitachi stretch my Cunt,I get Multiple Squirt Orgasm
The sultry Sydney prowled into her dimly lit boudoir, her green eyes gleaming with anticipation as she eyeballed the Hitachi sitting on her vanity. The palm-sized device with the oversized, fluffy-as-a-cloud head looked innocuous enough, but she knew better. The “buzzing bulldozer” could rearrange her innards like a finger exploring a Krazy Straw.
She sauntered over to her glass showers against a mirrored wall which displayed varieties of colorful toys, some glistening with juices, some still in the plastic shrink-wrap. Her thieving fingers gravitated towards a massive, curved plastic appendage with a veiny bulbous head.
“Time to get this pussy wrecked!” she declared to no one in particular as she tore off her silk loungewear and plopped herself onto the edge of her king-sized four-poster bed. Sydney meekly parted her thighs in anticipation, her pudendal cabinet now wide open for business.
She nestled the buzzing bees hive-shaped head against her blonde thatch, the sensual hums instantly making her pussy lips blossom in preparation for their impending defilement. Little circular kisses from the Hitachi along her swollen outer lips coaxed a barrage of drops to drizzle out from her slit. She could feel her inner lips start to swell up like vaginal marshmallows, ready to be popped by the bone.
Grabbing her decorated purple rod, she pressed the tip against her engorged clit. A current shot through her body, making her spine straighten and her head snap back. Her hips rolled forward, seeking more pressure, more friction. The bulbous tip was now slick from her overflow so she gently eased the Playgirl to new depths unseen.
Pleasure radiated from her vulva as she massaged her honey hive with the Hitachi and started pumping her pussy with long strokes, feeling the great length fill her passage to the brim. Sydney could feel her pussy juices welling up with each pull. The delicious tension built and built, her own private volcano preparing to erupt. She could feel her cervix starting to spasm. She knew the “S” word was imminent.
Sydney’s hand moved faster over her Humpachi, kneading her furiously as sweat beaded on her brow. Her switches started their electric sliding dance – thigh to inner thigh to mound to clit – back and forth she stirred her pot. Delicious heat spread throughout her pelvis as her G-spot rose to the surface.
“Now! Now! Now!” Her lush mouth chanted as if she was leading a pagan ritual to summon the Squirt Master. She felt a heretofore unexperienced pressure building deep within her cunt as her inner muscles rhythmically clamped onto the great length breaching her body. Sydney threw her head back, eyes wide with wonder, as she squirted a stream of girl cum clear across the bed – a underwater irrigation system for her lilies!
She collapsed back panting as the rush ebbed. That hit was strong. She knew she could probably coast in her afterglow and call it a good night, but see, with orgasm one, a drug always hit: the insatiable craving for more and bigger climaxes. She brought the wild child head of her massager back to her button and the encore began anew.
Sydney soon was taken to new heights after a few more rounds, with body-quaking climaxes and her college anger management mattress being annihilated by the train tracks of her sprays. The bed was now essentially a waterfall, all because of this inhibitions-free young lady and her Humpachi Duet!
With a far-off gaze, Tuesday felt the last trembles of her prolonged sexual exploration fulfill her carnal fantasy and as she arose from her lake of her own creation, all she could say was, “It’s called Fucktagon Six!”
