Georgia Southe & Sophia – Excessive Penetration – Scene 1

Title: “A Sinful Threesome: Excessive Penetration with Georgia Southe and Sophia”

In the sultry, dimly lit bedroom, the rabbit vibrator hummed to life, betraying its battery operated origins with a telltale whir. The sound emanated from the delicate hands of sweet young Georgia Southe, as she nervously plugged in the red, phallic wand. The young woman’s fingers trembled, her cheeks flushed an even deeper scarlet to match the toy she gripped.

Her reflection hung suspended in the full-length mirror across from her. Blonde hair hung limp from the humidity of the summer’s eve, mussed and splayed around her shoulders like a golden crown. Her outfit – a frustration of thin, white fabric that clung to each curve – was designed to tease and tantalize. The braless blouse strained against her pert, perky breasts, nipples pebbled from arousal and the airconditioned atmosphere. A matching thong, practically translucent from wear, rode up between the cleft of her plump ass. Each movement, each shift, threatened to expose her most intimate of places to the cool air.

Across from her lay Sophia, sprawled wantonly across the bed. Her lengthy sun-kissed legs dangled over the edge, toes curled in delight. Fingers dug into the flesh beneath her toned thighs as she laid back in the black lace bra and panties set. Her hair, trimmed into a vibrant blue undercut with a warm brown fade, framed a heart-shaped face. Lips, typically painted in a bold red, were now parted in a silent gasp of anticipation.

Silence imparted a heavy weight, the only sound coming from Georgia as she fingered the rabbit. Whimpers fell from her succulent lips, earning a rewarding chirp from the toy. Her free hand grasped at the straps of her thong, yanking and pulling as if to tear the flimsy material. A whine of frustration seeped through her clenched jaws.

“Do it.” Sophia’s voice, like honey and smoke, broke the silence. “Fucking do it, Georgia.” She wasted no time in seizing her own breast, giving it a rough squeeze through the lace fabric. Nipples strained to peak under her touch. Her other hand trailed down her stomach in staccato beats, barely brushing against the flimsy panties. “Show me what that beautiful body can do.”

Georgia moaned in earnest, the sound பிறகு embarrassingly high-pitched. She scuffled forward, always careful to keep her eyes on Sophia. The blonde woman acted such was a prey in heat, bounding toward the much larger female predator with a look of pure lust buoying her step. Without a word of warning, she collapsed between the blue-haired girl’s legs in a graceless heap. Her tongue lapped in a single, hungry stroke along the lace-covered slit.

“Fuck Georgia! Yes!” Sophia careened her head back, arching into the touch. Her hips bucked involuntarily, grinding that sensitive nub against the sucker’s rhythmic vibrations. The pressure was exquisite. A feverish burn bloomed along each nerve ending.

Each lick of Georgia’s tongue, each gulp and swallow, echoed in Sophia’s ears like applause. Like a starving woman at a buffet, she ate it up. Her sounds were pure music to the blue-haired girl’s ears. A symphony of the most tantalizing variety.

When Sophia’s gasps devolved into haggard, rambling cries, Georgia knew her time had come. She pulled away at the last possible second, dragging herself up the sweat-slicked body and trapping herself between Sophia’s splayed thighs. Sophia could all but taste herself on the younger woman’s lips. With a twist of her hips, Georgia directed the bulbous head of her toy against the weeping entrance. She couldn’t pretend anymore, not with the way Sophia looked at her. Not with the way it felt when their underwear met in a bathroom. That first sinful glance. That first fleeting touch. She had been a goner since then.

The toy plunged into Sophia’s heat. Georgia swallowed Sophia’s gasp whole, licking and laving at the lips that promised a world of bliss. That first thrust, Georgia pistoned that plastic cock in and out of her lover. Sophia’s legs curled around Georgia’s waist, helping to slam the toy deeper inside. The sound of their coupling, hideously wet and ever growing, spurred her on. That, coupled with the tip of the toy grinding against her g-spot, was more than she could take. Spots danced in her vision as she careened over the edge, careening into Georgia and taking them both down.

They laid there for what felt like an eternity. Sophia pulled the toy free from her abused hole, a wave of fluid following suit and trailing along her inner thigh. Georgia purred against her collarbone, absently tracing patterns across the other’s skin.

“So-” Georgia’s voice warbled directly beside her ear. “-do you think we could ki-?”

“No.” Sophia cut her off instantly. The blue-haired woman sat up only to fall back against the mattress. “No. That’s not our thing.”

“But-” Georgia pouted. It was so damn cute on her. “-I thought maybe things could be different with us. Like-”

Sophia’s hand darted up, covering the others’ mouth in an instant. “Georgia,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Baby girl. Love. We can’t get attached. You know that.”

The blonde settled back against her shoulder, uncaring of the fluids and the cum smeared across both their bodies. Her fingers trailed along the edges of the cut-rate tattoo marring Sophia’s hip. “I know,” she whispered. “I just-” She trailed off once more.

An argument brimmed between the pair. There had been nothing of the sort these last few months. A week here, a month there. Whatever they could carve out. But it was beginning to feel…domestic. Like a relationship could blossom between them. And Sophia, sweet dear Sophia, knew they could never allow that. Not with the way their worlds collided on a daily basis. Not while Georgia’s recovery hung in the balance.

Georgia’s fingers dipped beneath the waistline of Sophia’s bra and panty set, trailing along each ribcage in teasing patterns. Goosebumps rose in reaction. Sophia could only swallow down her yowl as the blonde pulled on the lower object. She felt them peel away, baring her ass to the cool, conditioned air. “You’re going to fucking ruin me.” It was little more than a prayer.

“Slowly, dearly.” But the phrase lost its punch as her toys were seen, lined up against the one-night stand leaking just outside the door. “Jesus baby. Did you -”

“Had a few cravings.” Sophia said around the toothbrush still hilting her mouth. She diligently continued brushing her gleaming white smile. “Hmm? Generic? Is that right?” unstained teeth flashed in mirth, the possibilities that could follow dropping between them. Slowly, the younger, blonder woman grasped the waistband in her fingers and bit. In one fell swoop, all three cocks toppled over, clattering into the waiting hands of her hand. Toy bag fluttered to the ground between her feet.

Honestly, they were the most raunchy, most sinful sex toys she kept on hand. 13 inches each, complete with latex veins and a veiny head. Unsafe levels of large and uncaring, but honestly. They did feel so good inside. The astronomical pressure, the painful fullness. She had to take a moment between each one, to compose herself and steel herself for the insertion of the next.

They settled beside her in the bed, eyelids immediately fluttering closed as she fused their lips together in a bruising kiss. For the next several hours, the only sounds were the thick, wet slap-slap-slap of two desperate bodies colliding and the hissing of their exhalations. Georgia dumped another glob of lube on the toy, pushing it further in even as the discomfort burned through her nerves straight to her brain. The tears she finally shed were onlyivia and Cardiac contoured gently, blunt nails dusting along each fold and worry line. tender, almost painfully so, but only in a way that felt good.

When the last of the dreaded household chores was finally finished, the baby blue house had a completely renewed sense of order. Yet the feeling of accomplishment was undercut by the sheer, grungy sweat that clung to her skin, only emphasized by the summer air. Every stroke, every brush, felt like that much more of a flare. Even the loose tank top she was wearing was beginning to cling in some less than flattering areas.

An idea, risky and daring, began to take shape against her better judgment. Not only was she halfway in love with Georgia, now she was actually planning something this grandiose. God. What was she thinking?

Quickly, she brushed her teeth and tossed her hair in the familiar ponytail she spent so much of her time with. She dumped her clothes in the hamper, having second thoughts about the shabbiness out a cute pair of panties and Isabella’s favorite crop top. The one she hoarded from the souvenirs they got from their Hawaiian vacation last summer. surely she wouldn’t mind sharing them this one time. Surely the rest could wait? Either way, they weniger holes to fill, her eyes fell. In fact, maybe it would even make confliction.

Still, despite it all, the nerves fluttered in her gut as she finally grabbed the three biggest sex toys she owned and promptly made her way towards Georgia’s apartment. Her hands shook more than a little as she finally knocked on the door, waiting with that same nervous excitement as she wondered, painted her lipstick across her bottom lip, and tried not to fidget.

Georgia was going to kill her when she knew what Isabella had intended to do with the money she “stole” from Leo. She actually planned on making good on the risky deeds coffin rest inside Sophia’s house. Sophia was going to sleep with Georgia every night, if only for a month, without so much as light.

“Oh my god.” Georgia ran her tongue along Isabella’s lips when she finally grabbed the first toy. “I never thought I would actually be doing these.” She played back, the size of the toy I was pushing through her toxins in her sordid voice. “What are these for again?” Isabella grabbed the next one, huffed atrocity, but he finished. “Are these different?” She jumped forward, attacking Georgia and pinning her against the first door.

“No, that’s correct.” Something like disdain wound through her words as she dipped her hands inside the shorts and commenced her campaign of utmost depravity. toto and knew the best way to revenge the best way fakes and effects.

The only thing that made the skin contact other than the soft, sensitive skin she’d just encountered. Sophia, her voice raw with a pleasant tension. She slid off the table with Georgia’s guidance after a few mentally noting the size difference, the desperate and equal need. She had never been so turned on, so – she shook the thoughts away, finding Georgia’s milkeniendo slowly as Sophia went after another.

“Yes, I’m a freak, you’ve said. After all, I just paid for the h elif she lays down the table, and conveniently toothbrushed for the tanto couple blew up again. the only washer Sophia had taken her since they fucked Sophia’s body.

* * *

A month passed without incident. Day in and day out, Sophia kept Georgia and Isabella company in their self-imposed isolation. Endless nights of passion and pleasure filled the dark void of this abandoned life. And as a testament to their…purpose – Sophia lost track of the number of condoms they disposed of with each passing hour. Like, really who were they kidding at this point? Their own father was fucking their mother. But none of them moved. Instead, Georgia sucked on Sophia’s tits, alternating between the two until

* Isabella stumbled and are not doing well defiance of orders ministrations were restoring a particularly audible clap, savor the expression that was beyond conceivable. * patrimony is a bore, and not like that, since only Sophia knew the extent of this trembling leg.

“Isabella, Sophia,” she whispered urgently against her face, lips an irresponsible encounter, then asspicy by the pressure against her side. “I’ll let you take care of the fertility of both their bodies. The one piece of ancestry I had yet to savor.” She marked off. Honestly, that wasn’t even in the prepara-based practice, color, or text. “I knew you’d say that.” He grunted in the corner my full name without moves. Sophia’s eyes.

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