Eunha pushed harder, and stared at the last bead in the mirror. She wondered if she finally overdid it. Whether the last bead was too wide or all the other beads were packing her ass so tightly there wasn’t any more room for it, Eunha couldn’t help but think she actually reached her limit. But still, it felt—and looked—so good, so she kept pushing.
Over and over again, little shoves pushed glass beads against each other, grinding them smoothly around inside of her, their clacking muffled by the muscle and fat of her thick butt cheeks. The roiling sensation almost made her scream, but she covered her mouth with her elbow and bit her own arm to keep quiet. Eunha’s hands shook violently, buzzing as her orgasm built.
The last push wasn’t even intentional, but suddenly it worked. She marveled at the supreme grasp of her ass as the widest point of the ball slipped into her hole and the rest practically fell in automatically. Eunha shrieked into her elbow, her climax overriding her sense of dignity. She couldn’t even think, let alone worry about who might catch her in the middle of her anal orgasm.
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