Women Scissoring Gif の小説・ストーリー

—pussy grinding frantically through the mess, her own piss jetting hot over my belly, tits shaking as she rode it out. We slowed panting, cunts still twitching against each other, soaked in everything. “Flip over, let’s scissors now... I need more,” she gasped, pulling off me slick, lying back on the floor herself, legs spread wide. I scrambled up quick, my legs shaking, positioning so our pussies met again side by side, my calves hooking over hers, our cunts aligning perfectly . Scissoring her like this, legs locked, pussies kissing direct again, our piss and cum making everything slippery and nasty. We both thrust forward slowly at first, our clits bumping, lips sliding long, building that

She was willing to go to any length to protect herself and those she cared about. "W- who's... who's back?" "The innocent person you messed with." "I-I don't understand." Her eyes seemed to rotate too quickly, and she passed out. With a loud shout, she closed her eyes and shook her head. She was suffering from a tremendous headache and a pounding in her chest. She felt as if the world was whirling too rapidly for her to keep up with. Throughout it all, she could hear a woman laughing loudly and demonically. The woman's voice had a disturbingly familiar ring to it. She opened her eyes and turned to stand up before she could figure out who it was.

In the predominantly white room with various wooden ornaments including the massive window frames, there is no sound other than the intermittent sighs and continuous pounding of a pair of humans without any covering on the bed. The woman squatted over the man holding her waist, pressing deeply into the object entering her snatch, then lifting her buttocks high until the long object was almost released, then repeating the same motion. The long hair behind her continued to swing in various directions at random. Her body was already very wet with sweat, dripping from her tired face that was forced to shake by the hand holding her.

she taunted psychotically. My eyes went wide as Camille took the pair of scissors that Tyler handed her. I knew things were going to get infinitely worse as she grabbed for the material of my swimsuit covering my crotch. When she used the scissors to cut the material, it was incredibly painful as they pinched and sliced into my inner thigh. I thought that perhaps Camille was going to rub the necklace on my stomach, maybe my breasts, but nothing could have prepared me for Camille to shove the necklace into my vagina.

All four women surrounded her. Lena and Valeria held her legs spread wide. Mira straddled her face, grinding her soaked pussy against Giselle’s mouth while Selene fucked her cunt with a thick double-ended strap-on. At the same time, Lena used the powerful wand on her clit and Valeria worked three fingers deep into her ass. They moved in perfect rhythm. Giselle was reduced to a quivering, sobbing, overstimulated wreck. She could only moan and beg incoherently between licks.

The women around me grew bolder, their touches lingering, their whispers more suggestive. A tall blonde in a tiny sequined dress, slid next to me, her fingers tracing my jaw. As more women flocked toward us, one of them reached out for Scott, her fingers almost grazing his arm. He pushed her away with a dismissive shove, his irritation barely masked. Scott might have looked the most approachable, but even he had his limits.

She grabs a thick double-ended dildo, straps on a powerful wand vibrator, and positions herself between my thighs. “Time to scissor your sloppy cunt, bestie.” She pushes one end of the thick toy deep into her own dripping pussy, then slams the other end into mine. We both moan as our pussies connect, the toy buried inside both of us. She turns on the wand and presses it between us, right against our clits. The vibration is brutal. We start grinding hard — wet, filthy, desperate scissoring. Our soaked pussies slap together around the toy, creamy cum from her dad mixing with our fresh juices and dripping everywhere. The sound is obscene.

“You heard him,” “He wants us to scissors.” I swallowed hard. My legs were still shaking. My clit was still throbbing from the way she licked me like I was her last meal. I could feel her fingers on my skin. Her breath. Her cum-soaked mouth. I was a mess, and she still wasn’t done. “Come here,” she murmured, spreading her thighs wider, her panties already discarded, her cunt glistening in the low light. “I’ll press your tits while we scissor. Let me feel your pussy on mine.”

Why wouldn’t it budge? The sensation inside her was getting worse—like a ghost hand stroking her with every movement. The lightest brush over her thighs. A taunting flick between her legs. It was like a feather constantly teasing her skin, chasing her sanity. “I swear to God…” she muttered, throwing the scissors aside. She searched the room like a madwoman—opening drawers, yanking open closets, scanning for anything that could help her. A knife. A letter opener. A damn shard of glass.