Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
“It was, wasn’t it?” I intone in a low voice before cupping her chin so that she looks up at me. “You were incredible, baby. I had no idea you could do that.”
To my surprise, instead of asking for a glass of water, or at least a break, Petunia merely looks up at me from the ground, her gaze saucy.
“So you liked it, Brant?” she mewls.
“I more than liked it,” I rasp, my blue eyes blazing as I caress her soft cheek with one big hand. “I fucking loved it. I blew so hard I’m surprised you’re not in Japan now.”
Okay, that was a bad joke, but Petunia giggles nonetheless, her cheeks going pink. But that saucy look is still in her eyes, and she gets up before prancing into the living room and crawling onto the couch.
“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed the facefuck, Brant, but actually, it’s just a party trick. I can do a lot more, you know.”
My staff hardens as I follow her into the living room. Damn, this slut is so nasty and I love it.
“Like what, sweetheart? Show me what you’ve got because I’m all ears,” I growl, blue eyes flashing.
Petunia giggles again before positioning herself on her knees facing the back of the couch. Then, she lowers her cheek so that it’s resting on the back of the sofa, and reaches behind herself to pull up her skirt, revealing that big white behind.
“Oh fuck,” I rasp, my tip already beginning to drip again. “No panties, baby?”
She giggles while pulling her ass cheeks apart, winking her asshole at me. Her pussy lips are slick and already swollen with need, her clit stiff and achy.
“I didn’t think I’d need panties, Daddy,” she coos. “After all, this is for you.”
I nod, my huge fist rubbing up and down my shaft as I spread warm pre-come over the hard pole.
“It’s beautiful,” I growl. “Thank you, baby, for gifting this to me.”
I step forward to notch my cock at her opening, but Petunia stops me with a warning look.
“Not yet, Daddy,” she says in a coy voice. “You haven’t seen what I can do.” Then, the sweet girl spits in one palm before reaching in back of herself to tease her brown buttonhole. Oh shit, oh shit! Is she fingering her anus? Indeed, Petunia is, and I watch with avid eyes as she slowly edges one finger into her back end, and then two, stretching the pink hole out.
“Mmmm,” the blonde sighs, tipping her head back with ecstasy as she stirs her fingers in her ass vigorously. “Oh yes.”
I moan throatily as well, stroking my shaft as I watch the sight unfolding before me. Holy shit, is this really happening? I feel like I’m walking in some kind of sexual fever dream because this is so wrong.
But the curvy girl isn’t done yet. She opens her eyes to throw me another naughty look and then reaches both hands back and hooks fingers from each hand into her anus. Then she sighs and pulls her gape open, and it’s a gorgeous sight. Those coffee pleats stretch, revealing a hole about the size of a quarter with gloriously pink insides that glimmer in the low lights. But Petunia’s not done yet. She giggles a bit before taking a deep breath and then begins to strain.
“Ohhh,” she moans, her eyes closed in concentration. “Mmm.”
I watch with incredulous eyes as the pink flesh within her gape begins to rise to the top, and then with a deep exhale, Petunia does it. She strains and pushes, and the ruby red mass hovering at the opening of her anus bulges outwards, forming a beautiful rose bloom.
“Oh fuck,” I rasp, my hand going like a motor on my shaft now. “It’s an anal prolapse. I had no idea you could do this, baby.”
“It is an anal prolapse,” Petunia mewls from her position on the couch, shooting me a coy smile. “Do you like it? This butt rose is just for you, Daddy.”
I shake my head.
“I fucking love it, honey. I’ve never seen one in the flesh before, and I have to say that it’s even more beautiful than I imagined.”
Petunia giggles and wiggles her ass at me then, making the prolapse bounce up and down a bit.
“Then touch it, Daddy. Squeeze it and play with it, and you can even fuck it if you want. You know this is yours.”
Oh shit. My shaft jerks then, dripping seed in a steady stream to the carpet, but I don’t care. I’ve never actually touched an anal prolapse in real life, and this is my chance. My hands fall away from my cock as I reach forward to stroke a tentative finger over the glistening red mass. It’s soft and squishy, and wet too. My cock hardens as my mouth waters because this is the filthiest situation I’ve ever experienced. Meanwhile, Petunia moans, her eyes dropping shut as she bumps her ass up and down in invitation again.