Puppet Theater Antics Part 1
Rose/Scorpius
Her nubile nipples pebbled on her mounds of desire as he moved lower, worshipping her with his mouth. He tentatively slipped a questing hand into moist warmth. He swept his tongue into her navel in a cursory swipe as she moaned in longing, before sweeping lower to her dewy rose. Her legs widened of their own accord as he held down her womanly curves. "Oh, Scorpius, complete me!" Rose sighed to her not-lesbian lover. "Oh, Rose" Scorpius sighed back. "I'm trying.", as he just plain sucked on her neck. His hands worked their way to her fine, fine booty. That booty of hers was just BEGGING to be plundered. She could feel his throbbing manhood pressing into her leg. "Take me, just take me now!" Her bosom heaved with her gasping. The blossoming petals of her womanhood were just beginning to open, aching to receive his weeping hardness. His nipples stiffened manfully. He plunged his quivering member into her hot wet cavern of desire. His cock, one could say, was in a frock. Limbs trembling with desire, he plunged once more into the soft, welcoming abysss of her womanhood. "Ah, Rose! AH - ROSE! Rose. Rose, ah. Ah. Ah. Rose. Rose Rose. Rose, ah. Ah? AH! Rose!" "Oooooooh ... Scorp...AH!" She let out a lady-like gasp as he once more thrust his love-staff into her pleasurably convulsing loins. Their hearts beat wildly in their bosoms as they embraced in the most intimate of ways. His haunches glistened with sweat in the moonlight as he surged into her nubile, fertile valley. The twin harmonies of their exquisite passions erupted in a fountain of ecstasy.