Pushing more and more, Helen could only moan as the Pint Puncher was stuffed inside. His head was first then his shoulders, after that she let go when he was in up to his elbows. Letting her own anal muscles flex and drag, while he no longer had any real purchase to fight back. moaning more as she moved a hand to the Vulva to play with herself and enjoy the feeling of consuming her one obstacle with her ass. Giving herself a light foreplay until the half pint was in up to his waist. before moving a hand back to gab a leg. Masturbating with both ends furiously she enjoyed the please of his wriggling to escape. Feeling a little pent up she flexed and cut loose her gas point blank before letting her rear slurp him up more. Though just when she figured she could consume a meal the Pint Pipsqueak managed to turn his legs to hook her outer sphincter. And with how tight her butt was and how hard she flexed and squeezed to pull him in she couldn't reach in a hand to pry those pest feet off.
With her initial triumph stolen she decided to think of it in another light and smirked, smacking her ass as she wiggled her booty. "Fine! Don't want to be a meal? Lets see how long you can stay there, fighting against my flexing and my gas... maybe a meal was too quick for you... I much rather prefer you as my Butt plug anyways!" Standing up she sighed wiggling to see if he fought back as she sighed and reigned in her pleasure. With no more external limitations she looked around to figure what she should be next.
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