PLEASE ME, DADDY: 50 SHADES OF DESIRE
After a few minutes of her pounding, Kendra slowed, pulling out with a obscene pop that left my pussy gaping and clenching at nothing.
'Your turn next,' she said to the group, wiping sweat from her brow.
The first to step up was Lisa, this short, athletic senior with a pixie cut and muscles that rippled under her skin. She had a double-ended dildo in hand—long and curved, about eight inches on each side, thick in the middle with a slight bend that promised to hit all the right spots. One end was already buried inside her; I could see her pussy lips stretched around it, her clit peeking out above. She moaned softly as she adjusted it, twisting her hips to seat it deeper.