Page 28 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

I knew that he could see the shiny silver plug and I waved my ass at him suggestively.

He groaned, grasping my hips tightly, “Minx!”

And then before I could think of a reply, he rammed his cock inside of me. I don’t know what I was anticipating. But having my ass full of the plug and him slammed to the hilt in my pussy, I almost couldn’t breathe.

It was too much and so damn good, that I never wanted him to stop. Nerve endings that I didn’t know existed were firing off, and I struggled to keep on my knees.

“Fuck, Indy,” he rasped, “You are so fucking tight this way!”

I couldn’t have responded if I wanted to. Scarecrow rammed into me, bottoming out against my cervix and I screamed out his name.

I was going to come, and I couldn’t hold it back.

He was relentless. His balls hitting so fast and so hard that they were slapping up against my clit.

“Shit, Baby, you are doing so good!”

I felt a rush of warmth at his compliment. I used my vaginal walls to squeeze him, and his thrusts became feral.

Suddenly there was only the slapping of him against my ass, and then I was coming—hard.

“Scarecrow!”

He pulled the plug from my ass and I tripped into another orgasm as he pumped into me to his completion.

I felt him jerking against my core and I knew that he was the one holding both of us up.

He pulled out slowly and I felt his cum slowly trickle out.

“Fuck, Indy,” he whispered, “That’s some sexy shit.”

I couldn’t believe that he was staring at my pussy. I would have been mortified if I wasn’t so exhausted.

He flipped me onto my back, his gaze immediately coming to my face.

“Are you okay?”

I smiled dreamily up at him, “Never better.”

And then I reached out for him to hold me because I felt that we had crossed some pretty big boundaries and I needed his assurance that things really would be okay.

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