And indeed, Diana watched with serious misgivings as he lubricated his phallus into a glistening veiny monster and positioned its massive prepuce against her similarly slickened anus. She had never watched herself (or anyone else, come to think of it, at least in person) being f****d before, let alone in their nether passage. Now our frantic heroine once again experienced the strange duality of detached observation in the ceiling mirror at the same time as actually experiencing yet another painful violation of previously inviolable space in her poor backside. Her cry of consternation rapidly escalated into a frank yell as Christopher slowly but inexorably forced himself inside the recently tenderized anal rosette. This crescendoed as his entire prepuce popped inside and he paused as usual
