Crawling deep inside Emma, the perfect place
As you think of both alternatives, the idea of crawling inside on your own becomes the more attractive of the two: not only is it something new that you have yet to try, but also it will be a way to test your current physical capabilities. Not to mention that you wonder how she's going to react to your movements.
So with this in mind, you look at Emma's face as she holds you midair, having stopped for a moment to hear your reply properly. You say:
"Emma, I want to try getting inside on my own, for several reasons. Yet if needed, would you help me?"
"Of course Denis, you can always count on my help in this matter. Also, If I'm being honest, I wanted you to try it as well: I have experience shoving the exercise toys before we meet and also counting the moment when we went to rest before lunch. But feeling you crawling inside all on your own: that's something I want to feel, and especially enjoy."
You nod at her, thanking her for being both reliable and honest: now the idea has become extremely alluring.
With this said, she continues moving you closer to her cunt, spreading her legs wide open. At first, it seems that she's going to shove you in regardless, but that is quickly proven an incorrect and hasty assumption when she leaves you on the bed instead. Once you're there, you are confronted with a wondrous sight: her pussy wide open, spread out by both of Emma's hands, her vagina dripping wet, as in hungry to have its tiny occupant back inside. You then hear Emma saying:
"Now...time for you to go to sleep, my tiny care. Your "bedroom" awaits."
You nod again before you start walking toward your destination. Soon enough, you find yourself right in reach of the spread-out lips of flesh. You then grab hold and start to climb in, ready to start your journey inside.
The moment the first of your hands entered the pulsating love hole, a small moan of pleasure could be heard. It was the first of many, as Emma enjoyed feeling you getting deeper and deeper. And when you got to the entire top of your body, a strong force by her vaginal wall pull you whole inside, which was helpful since you were a bit stuck, unable to move either deeper or outward.
You then keep moving deeper, wanting to be as deep and comfortable as possible. All the while, you could hear the muffled moans of pleasure, and the shockwaves that they were following. You then hear Emma's voice again, saying:
"Yeah...this feels...very good...deeper Denis...deeper...crawl as deep...as you want...but beware...my pussy might become...quite flooded... if you move too much...unless...that's something you...want for me...to do, hehe..."
What she implies is simple: move too energetically, and she'll have an orgasm. Right now...that's not something that you wish to happen here. So, to avoid such an event, you make sure to crawl slowly yet steadily, at times stopping when her walls clench at you a bit tighter than usual.
Finally, you reach what you consider to be the best possible spot: deep enough for the light outside not to be an annoyance, yet shallow enough for a quick exit in the morning if Emma was asleep and not able to help you.
Emma noticed that you stopped at last, and while moving back to her preferred position, a simple which to you felt like an earthshattering quake, she said:
"Good...that's spot is perfect...have sweet dreams then, Denis...we will see each other in the morning."
You agreed, and just like her, you lay down your face right on the fleshy walls. Combined with the ever-slower sound of her heartbeats, the warmth of this place once again drove you to close your eyes.
So with this in mind, you look at Emma's face as she holds you midair, having stopped for a moment to hear your reply properly. You say:
"Emma, I want to try getting inside on my own, for several reasons. Yet if needed, would you help me?"
"Of course Denis, you can always count on my help in this matter. Also, If I'm being honest, I wanted you to try it as well: I have experience shoving the exercise toys before we meet and also counting the moment when we went to rest before lunch. But feeling you crawling inside all on your own: that's something I want to feel, and especially enjoy."
You nod at her, thanking her for being both reliable and honest: now the idea has become extremely alluring.
With this said, she continues moving you closer to her cunt, spreading her legs wide open. At first, it seems that she's going to shove you in regardless, but that is quickly proven an incorrect and hasty assumption when she leaves you on the bed instead. Once you're there, you are confronted with a wondrous sight: her pussy wide open, spread out by both of Emma's hands, her vagina dripping wet, as in hungry to have its tiny occupant back inside. You then hear Emma saying:
"Now...time for you to go to sleep, my tiny care. Your "bedroom" awaits."
You nod again before you start walking toward your destination. Soon enough, you find yourself right in reach of the spread-out lips of flesh. You then grab hold and start to climb in, ready to start your journey inside.
The moment the first of your hands entered the pulsating love hole, a small moan of pleasure could be heard. It was the first of many, as Emma enjoyed feeling you getting deeper and deeper. And when you got to the entire top of your body, a strong force by her vaginal wall pull you whole inside, which was helpful since you were a bit stuck, unable to move either deeper or outward.
You then keep moving deeper, wanting to be as deep and comfortable as possible. All the while, you could hear the muffled moans of pleasure, and the shockwaves that they were following. You then hear Emma's voice again, saying:
"Yeah...this feels...very good...deeper Denis...deeper...crawl as deep...as you want...but beware...my pussy might become...quite flooded... if you move too much...unless...that's something you...want for me...to do, hehe..."
What she implies is simple: move too energetically, and she'll have an orgasm. Right now...that's not something that you wish to happen here. So, to avoid such an event, you make sure to crawl slowly yet steadily, at times stopping when her walls clench at you a bit tighter than usual.
Finally, you reach what you consider to be the best possible spot: deep enough for the light outside not to be an annoyance, yet shallow enough for a quick exit in the morning if Emma was asleep and not able to help you.
Emma noticed that you stopped at last, and while moving back to her preferred position, a simple which to you felt like an earthshattering quake, she said:
"Good...that's spot is perfect...have sweet dreams then, Denis...we will see each other in the morning."
You agreed, and just like her, you lay down your face right on the fleshy walls. Combined with the ever-slower sound of her heartbeats, the warmth of this place once again drove you to close your eyes.
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May 29, 2023
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