"Mmm, that feels good," husked Beth."Mmm, that feels good," husked Beth. "It's going to feel a whole lot better when I'm through with you. She leaned further down and planted a soft kiss on the upper left buttock while she sensuously ran her fingernails all over Beth's ass, raising tiny goose- bumps across the alabaster surface. Beth hissed loudly, between her teeth. "Oh, that feels nice!" "It's called the warm-up," said Ellen, running the tips of her fingers in a straight line inside the crack of Beth's buttocks, all the way down to the anal region. She was careful, however, not to touch the recently deflowered rosebud. It was obvious she knew exactly how to extract every ounce of sexual excitement from her willing victim before she really pounced. Beth's breathing was becoming more labored as Ellen played tunes along the inside of the ass crack. "I hope you're not too modest," she said, "you're boyfriend is about to get an eyeful." I didn't comprehend the meaning of her words until I watched Ellen move her hands to Beth's lower ass. Using primarily her thumbs for leverage, she pried apart the two halves of the split pumpkin, exposing the pink, round anal button that I had only recently deflowered. "I've never felt so exposed," said Beth, feeling both of our eyes on her most private area. |