"The oyster was cold against my tender heat; I tensed but kept pushing. Between its slippery coating and my own wet readiness, it went in easily. My cunt tried to grip the slick, yielding pressure, and the teasing subtlety of the stimulation began to drive me crazy.
'It's your turn,' I said, gasping, 'to eat!'"
Seafood Cocktail -- Connie Wilkins (Wet: More Aqua Erotica)
I read that twice & I keep picturing her cramming it in shell & all. :-/
Posted by: Matt's Sis | 04/02/2011 at 01:35 AM
It's a raw oyster. It's ALIVE. And he had to return the favor because of what she had done, with the oyster, to him. *shudder*
Posted by: The Wife | 04/02/2011 at 12:03 PM
"The shell is closing on my !!!"
His voice pitched higher as his testicles were clamped into the shell.
Posted by: Matt | 04/02/2011 at 01:58 PM
I don't think they were supposed to get quite to that point... I'm pretty sure after his tongue was cut off, he wouldn't stick anything more... sensitive... in there...
Posted by: The Wife | 04/02/2011 at 02:36 PM