Deep Inside Sheena Shaw, Scene #04

Sheena Shaw rocks the sheep mask like a dirty little farm girl, her dirty-blonde hair spilling out the sides while she baby-talks filth between soft, wet breaths. Proxy Paige’s blue hair looks electric against the zebra stripes stretched across her face, rings glinting from her pierced nipples as she steps in wearing nothing but a massive black strap-on. She lines the thick head up to Sheena’s waiting hole and shoves straight in, the wet slap loud, the stretch obscene. Thick strings of spit coat every inch before Proxy withdraws; Sheena leans down without a pause, tongue swirling, tasting her own insides off the strap. They trade places. Sheena pumps a heavy silicone toy into Proxy’s ring until the muscles loosen, then works four fingers deep, twisting, knuckle-deep, tongue flicking at the red flesh starting to push outward. Proxy’s prolapse blooms under her hand, shiny and swollen. Later the funnel comes out—cold plug, cold milk, the stream splashing inside until Sheena’s belly looks bloated. One push, and a white arc sprays across Proxy’s open mouth and down her chin, milk dripping from her lower lip as they kiss open-mouthed, swapping the liquid back and forth before Sheena lets the rest trickle into Proxy’s stretched colon. Proxy’s turn on the receiving end: the heavy, veined monster dildo splits her wide, leaving her raw and gaping like a pink cave. Every withdrawal makes the gape pulse, the rim twitching around empty space, the insides flushed, wet, waiting for whatever comes next.