This triple impalement sent waves of electricity through Cindy’s already tired and abused body. The anal probe was especially frustrating because it was ridged with small, flexible wavelets. As each quarter inch of dong was driven into her clutching sphincter, the ridges popped the edges of flesh and brought renewed tingles to the surrounding nerves and tissue. Cindy tried to relax and accept the thing, all the while unable to ignore the fatter beast being slowly tunneled into her v****a. The new probe in her mouth was too much. She was suddenly gasping and shaking, whining through and around the gag, her hips moving up and down on the mounted probes, knees shuddering and head back, staring at, without seeing, the high beamed ceiling and the track lights of the display case. By flexing her
