Thread: All For a Good Cause {darkest_fate&rahatingt}

A humming vibrated Emma's ass, adding a brand new sensation to the mixture already destroying her senses. That vibration excited her opening, making it spasm and jerk. It shot waves of pleasure straight through to the sex, moving as though a line of sheer feeling connected the two places. Just feeling it was enough for Emma's sex to tremble, bits of nectar gathering about her sex, dangling there and giving it a glistening look. Emma felt her hands release, and she flailed for a few seconds. However, he'd pressed her down, her face shoved against the couch. Her pert ass went up into the air as the girl took a position just a little shy from doggy style. She tried to flail and push, but in this position, she seemed almost to have less control. Worse still, she could feel his hands parting her ass further. The anal opening trembling as if winking, and the muscles tightened in anticipation. Something pressed against it, and Emma gasped, jerking, trying to move upward. The finger teased her hole and it squeezed and moved against it. Yet the touch alone was not the sole assault Emma heard words again ringing against her ears. Curious, comparing, all too true, and all too unsettling. Then, the tongue returned, and Emma cried out a sharp, wordless cry. Black attacked her with renewed fervor. The tongue lashed against her, pressed against muscles. Emma felt it slither within her virginal hole, pushing aside her clenched muscles as though they were noting. It sucked at his writhing muscle, and Emma felt her body actually draw him deeper within. The tongue continued to wiggle and writhe, dancing as no human rightly should. Suddenly, the knot of tension snapped. Emma shoved her fist into her mouth, smothering most of the screams. Her body betrayed her, however. The muscles tightened her ass squeezing tight along the intruder while her sex jerked and spasmed. Juices leaked from the girl, not quite a spray, but certainly enough. Indeed, Emma's interior danced and moved as never before. She felt pure pleasure coursing into her veins, stemming from her ass, to be sure, but quickly rocketing to her too tight nipples and her aching sex. Her sex. It jerked and spasmed, grew molten hot, and yet felt decidedly unsatisfied. The orgasm had come and gone, leaving Emma a panting, disheveled wreck, and yet her sex still practically ached. Not the sore ache that came from too much action, but an empty one, one that demanded attention. Hands grabbed a limp body, and Emma found herself facing the man who'd rimmed her ass. The girl's head lolled and she felt lips attacking her. The sensations felt like nothing to her trembling form. Emma was too busy struggling to regain her senses to feel much. Then the screens erupted, and Emma's mind snapped to attention. She watched, gaping, as the image showed a beautiful British white girl jerking as a massive black man lashed at her ass with his tongue. To add further to her shock, Emma felt hands cupping her sex, touching the still trembling, soaking petals. Aren't--aren't we done here? she tried, swallowing. Surely he'd get enough from those... photos, from the camera. But no, no they couldn't be. She closed her eyes, shaking her head. Emma might realize her situation, but she wasn't going to actively participate, not till she had to, at least.