<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a5/Emmaq8.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Emma Q<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kim<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Darkroom<br/><br/><hr/><br/>If it was a toy that went sawing along Kim's valley to soak up her slick excitement, it was pretty lifelike. The grooves were lovingly detailed by a demonic craftsman to smear open a young woman's petals and skirt across their surface, fatty and lush at first touch, but responding to the pressure of touch with an industrial hardness. It was an expensive toy, if it was that. Maybe it had cost a soul.<br/><br/>Emma's hips intuited the angle of penetration. It wasn't something she normally thought about, but instinctively she stepped over her bent classmate's legs, so they couldn't interfere with what she needed to do to the girl's poor ass. She felt wet enough, unable to really grasp the shaft to thumb the head against Kimberly's pouting aperture. What drag the little wire gave as she pushed in was ignored, and very quickly the vibration crushed between Kim's soft tissue and the tip of her penetrating head.<br/><br/>A rush of air left her and had her narrow body half slumped over Kim's shoulders as she forced open the fussy, uncooperative sphincter. Once, a girl had put her lips to Emma's clit. This felt like pushing her whole clit into a warm body, and not just a little, but deep enough to feel her whole body heat and the roll of her muscles. She wasn't just a passive sponge of pleasure, but could take it. A rude shove plucked the first of Kimberly's rectal folds with the buzzing bullet, pushed it to the next, and wore the slippery film basted to her cock vanishingly thin. She'd always felt a kinship with rabbits, but it wasn't until she'd mounted her classmate and felt her first squeezes that she understood her need to fuck like one: rapid, desperate, and thumping.<br/><br/>The bullet couldn't go any deeper without snapping at the wire, so Emma's buffeting flurry of thrusts pushed it aside, forcing its vibration tightly packed to the softness behind Kim's cunt as she thrust on through. It was hard, and uncomfortable, like a princess' pea, but she needed this too badly to stop. "Nn-nh," she complained, the barest of sounds over her hips spanking into her classmate's seat. Faster, faster. Was she even remembering to breathe? Fistfuls of red hair clenched in her greedy fingers, and her whole body felt flush and hot with friction, melting into Kim's tight little hole. Faster even, until it seemed an impossible rhythm to keep, but Emma was in her element. She was fueled by sugar cola and pop rocks and every day just waiting to pop.