Such talk was perhaps distracting for Sara, but not for George. He could feel his cock swelling inside her, listening to her talk about getting an enema from her daddy.
“Well, if you prefer, honey, but you even sound a bit breathless. You really might need a treatment.”
“Perhaps, unh, oh geez,” she groaned. She knew she was getting quite close herself. “I can do it myself,” she said, as she felt George gushing a load of cum up her rectum. “Please, daddy, um, later, I have to cum, go, speak to you later,” she gasped, and hung up the phone as her own orgasm swept through her body.
“Oh my,” she groaned, as she clenched hard on Georgie’s gushing cock, feeling it twitch and jerk in her rectum, spurting wad and wad of hot, wet, sticky cum, shooting into her like a powerful hose, filling her up with an enema of cum.
George was panting above her, like a spent bull, groaning and gasping as his cock continued to release its gism deep up into her rectum, a great feeling of relief and rapturous lust swelling through him with each spurt of his cock. Sara fell down onto the picnic blanket and just lied there, bringing George down with her, impaled in her butt, her body twitching and jerking in passion beneath the weight of his heavy load, as his wet load continued to fill her up.
When he was done they continued to lie there, catching their breath. She reached behind her to stroke his cheek. He reached down to stroke her other one.
This had indeed been a great Harvest Festival. She now knew that she loved George very much.
They both knew that she would always be his little brownie cupcake
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