Skinny blonde masturbating with two really huge dildos
Title: “Double Trouble: A Blonde’s Dildo Duet”
In the heart of a bustling city, in an unassuming high-rise apartment, lives our bombshell blonde: Sasha. By day, she’s a prim and proper junior account executive at a prestigious firm. But when the clock strikes five and the office empties, Sasha discards her straight-laced persona and transforms into a voracious sexual being.
One sultry evening, Sasha slipped into a Birthday Suit lingerie set—lacy black panties and an almost-sheer demi bra that barely contained her pert breasts. Her long platinum tresses cascaded over her shoulders as she strutted towards the bedroom, each step an erotic invitation.
Sasha’s bedroom was more den of lust than sleep sanctuary, the king-sized bed beckoning, mussed linens in sexual disarray. Slowly, she collapsed onto the plush duvet, hands roaming her nubile body, fingers tracing the curves of breasts and hips. Her breath quickened as she hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid the dainty lace down her toned thighs.
Now naked and vulnerable, Sasha languorously stretched, relishing the erotic buzz building in her loins. Her eyes flicked to the nights stand where two monstrous dildos lay in wait—black silicone implements of pleasure, each one thicker than her wrist. Sasha locked eyes with the phalluses as if daring them to bestow ecstasy.
With a naughty smirk, she reached for the larger of the two, her slender fingers wrapping around the substantial girth “Oh, yes, Daddy,” she purred, “Give Mama all you’ve got.”
Sasha kept her eyes glued to the bulbous tip as she brought it between her legs, mere inches from her glistening folds. She pushed it against her mound, letting the cool silicone brush against her. Her lips parted in anticipation, the heel of her hand pressing down as the huge cock head began to spread her entrance.
Inch by excruciating inch, the big black dildo disappeared inside Sasha’s slick conduit, each stretch feeling deliciously sinful. Only when she felt its substantial weight pressing against her cervix did she remove her hand. She was now split open, stuffed to the brim with shamelessly huge shaft.
Sasha rolled her hips, feeling the extremely deep penetration, then reached for the second dildo—bigger still. She straddled the fist-sized base and let gravity do its work, gasping as she was filled anew, and anew, until she was chock full of synthetic man meat.
Spread open beyond what any mortal male could offer, Sasha threw her head back and settled into a greedy rhythm, her hair a golden halo and her body a writhing extrema of pleasure. She fucked herself silly on the dildos, squelching, glistening filth, moaning slutty praise to the black giants.
!’There has got to be a better way to infuse this scenario with a lesbian element. Perhaps another woman could join in, engaging in taboo acts with Sasha, like mutual masturbation or oral sex. Hm.’
