double female

Author: wsxcde
Word count: 26525
Mieshi double “female” (1)
At the time of Mid-Autumn Festival, the stars are dotted with the bright moon in the sky, and everything in the world seems to be intoxicated in the peaceful style of the world and fell into a blissful sleep. However, in a small wooden house on the outskirts of the city, the tranquility and peace that should have been shattered by the woman’s sharp waves. After a moment of silence, the woman’s slow panting and the man’s modest howling and choking sound came. The camera advances to the hut, and a beautiful and moving picture is presented. There is only one big bed in the empty room. At this time, two women are wearing only suspenders and black silk, sitting on the bed facing each other, embracing and kissing. There seems to be something wriggling under them, and they are desperately trying to roll from side to side. In fact, this scene should be a scene of obscenity and pink fragrance, but upon closer inspection, it makes people feel chills down the spine. I saw two “women”, although their upper bodies were human-shaped, with delicate and thin shoulders, firm and full chests, and flat and slightly baby-fat abdomens. . . However, when the eyes moved down, they suddenly found that they had no human shape from the waist down, or distorted human shape. Their legs were bent, coiled, and wrapped around the things underneath them as if they had no bones, forming a “meat bucket” intertwined with black silk legs, and the meat bucket was still wriggling and tightening. The black stockings reflected the dim light, clearly outlining the flow of leg muscles.

At this time, the woman sitting on the head of the bed gently pushed away the other woman in her arms, gently placed her next to the “meat barrel”, then slightly tilted her center of gravity forward, and the two breast balls covered with fragrant sweat swayed from side to side and stuck to her tightly bound legs in front of her. The black stockings on her legs had already been soaked with sweat, and they were shiny and lubricated under the reflection of the light. She slowly put her hands on her buttocks, and forcefully separated the two white and elastic flesh flaps to the left and right, making the two pink flesh in her private parts more prominent. I saw her shaking her waist from side to side, squeezing out the gap between the soft flesh and the object under her body bit by bit, making it more tightly attached and adsorbed. After confirming that it was airtight, the woman let go of her hand and relaxed her hip muscles, allowing the two flaps of flesh to return to their original shape. She slowly straightened up and returned to the original center of gravity, and almost at the same time, a more miserable muffled howl suddenly came from below her. It was the “wow” sound of a creature struggling for breath but not wanting to give up. I saw her unhurriedly propping her hands forward, supporting her soft and boneless legs, her buttocks moving back and forth slowly back and forth, rubbing and ravaging the creatures under her. For a while, the sound of gurgling water and the woman’s tender cry wafted in the wooden house.
As if infected by the scene in front of her, the other woman who was lying on the side of the “meat barrel” also began to have some troubles.After moving, she slowly sat up. However, “sitting up” does not accurately describe her posture here, because her legs are still intertwined behind her, and her upper body forms a 90-degree angle with her legs, which is hard to imagine in an ordinary human form. The woman lowered her head and frowned slightly, as if she was looking for something. When she found a pink cylindrical protrusion, she immediately beamed with joy. She moved forward, her incredible legs supporting her like a boa constrictor’s body, lifting her up. Then she stretched her hands to the warm wet ground under her body, supported the column with her left hand, and rubbed the two pink petals with her right hand. She laughed in satisfaction when she saw the long silk thread pulled out by her raised right hand. Just like that, keeping her legs entangled behind her and her upper body upright, she adjusted the muscles at the base of her thighs to slowly lower her entire upper body, aiming at that fleshy column, and then sat down to the end. At this moment, the “meat barrel” under him began to shake again in a timely manner, and the woman sitting on it began to raise her hips up and down with the trembling, then lowered, raised again, and fell again. The woman raised her head obsessively, and kept kneading the pair of fleshy balls on her chest with both hands. The intense stimulation made the woman tense all the muscles involuntarily, and the object wrapped around her seductive legs also began to make a cracking sound of “click, click”. . . . . .
“Sister… sister… this way… really… that’s great…”
Seeing her sister’s happy expression, the woman sitting on the head of the bed giggled, then opened her hips again, and buried the object under her body deeper and more closely into the swamp of her warm and moist flesh. While enjoying the triple pleasure of sex, domination and revenge, the woman’s thoughts were pulled back to a day long ago