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197%u201cI%u2019ll put you in now then, before I get dressed. You%u2019re still a bit big, desiccated. I%u2019ll have to force you in. Will it hurt you?%u201dHe shook his head and bent over to touch his toes. Once again, he desiccated.She sat down on the floor, picked him up, and tried to push him in. Getting the tip in was easy, but the ball like end kept wedging just before half way. She let it pop out again into her hands as she thought through the issue. She needed a lubricant, maybe? She stood up and fetched a bottle of olive oil from the cupboard and some butter from the fridge. She sat down and smothered the desiccated Corfu with butter. She poured olive oil on her vagina and pushed some in with her fingers. She wiped her hands on the floor and picked up the huge pear, offering the small end in first. She pushed it in until it was half way, and then she stopped and looked down at herself. She giggled. She pulled it out, pushed it in; this time all the way, and then squeezed and strained slightly and it popped out again into her hands.An impulse gripped her and she did it again, repeatedly but on later pushes, shoved it higher with her fingers. It was giving her a perverted thrill. She reached up to the kitchen drawers and after feeling around, brought out a wooden spoon. She used it to push him up inside her higher, strained, and felt the beautiful sensation of her vagina pushing him out and then she rammed him all the way inside again, doing it over and over, faster and faster, until she groaned in a powerful orgasm and lay their quivering on the tiled floor, stunned by the power of it. She knew it was she thought of her actions that triggered it all. Here she was on her kitchen floor, ramming a man from the depths of the earth in and out of her vagina in a delightfully bizarre sexual act. She fucking loved it and thought it caused her the most powerful orgasm she%u2019d ever The Sink Hole