Is Bending Over So This Guy Can Check Her Pussy Wetness And Tightness Of Her Asshole With Paul Chaplin, Sensual Jane And Barry Scott

Title: The Sensual Inspection

The room was dimly lit, the flickering candles casting an intimate glow on the trio. Sensual Jane lay on her front, her luscious curves on full display, her ass raised invitingly. Barry Scott, the master at work, stood behind her, his eyes roving hungrily over her body.

“Now, let’s see how wet that sweet pussy of yours is,” Barry purred, his voice low and seductive. With a gloved hand, he traced along Jane’s inner thigh, feeling her quiver at his touch. Slowly, teasingly, he inched closer to her slit, his fingers brushing against her lips.

Jane gasped, arching her back, pushing her hips towards him. Barry chuckled, a deep, sultry sound that sent shivers down her spine. His gloved fingers slid between her folds, feeling the slick wetness gathering there. He circled her clit, applying just enough pressure to make her moan.

Satisfied with her wetness, Barry brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting her essence. “Mmm, delicious,” he said, smacking his lips. “Now, let’s check that tight little asshole of yours.”

Jane tensed slightly but remained in position as Barry slicked up his gloved fingers. He pressed one finger against her puckered hole, feeling her resistance. “Relax, sweetheart,” he soothed, slowly working his finger past the tight ring of muscle.

Jane whimpered, the sensation foreign but not unpleasant. Barry began to pump his finger in and out, occasionally adding a second. He could feel her loosening around him, her body accepting the intrusion.

“That’s it,” Barry encouraged, “you’re doing so well. Such a good girl, taking it so nicely.” His words of praise made Jane feel a rush of heat. She loved being praised by Barry, loved knowing she pleased him.

Barry worked his fingers a little deeper, feeling her tightness. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned. “I can’t wait to feel this around my cock.” Jane shivered at the thought, her pussy clenching around nothing.

“Please…” she whispered, not even sure what she was begging for. More of his fingers, more of anything to do with him. Barry grinned, sensing her desperation.

He removed his fingers, leaving Jane empty and aching. She whimpered again, but Barry was already moving. He unzipped his pants, freeing his hard, thick cock. He rubbed the head against her slit, coating himself in her juices.

“Brace yourself, baby,” Barry warned before plunging into her in one hard thrust. Jane cried out, her body clenching around him. He stretched her, filled her like no other ever had.

Barry set a brutal pace, slamming into her over and over. The wet sounds of their joining echoed through the room, mixing with Jane’s moans and Barry’s grunts. He reached under her, finding her clit, rubbing firm circles as he fucked her.

Jane felt her orgasm building, the pressure coiling tighter in her belly. Barry’s cock brushed against her g-spot with each thrust, sending flames of pleasure through her. She was so close, she just needed…

“Come for me,” Barry commanded, his voice harsh with his own impending release. “Come on my cock like a good slut.”

With a scream, Jane came undone. Her pussy clamped around him like a vice, pulsing and milking his cock. Barry thrust once, twice more before burying himself deep and coming with a roar, filling her with his hot seed.

They collapsed together, panting and spent. Barry rolled off of her, staring up at the ceiling. Jane remained on her stomach, his cum leaking out of her abused pussy. They lay there in silence, basking in the afterglow.

Paul Chaplin, who had been quietly watching the entire scene, finally spoke up. “That was quite the performance,” he said, his voice wry. “Guys, I think we have our next big act.”

Barry just grinned, already imagining the fame and fortune that would come their way. As for Sensual Jane, she simply smiled to herself. She knew she was destined for greatness, and nothing would stand in her way.

The End Easter.