As she slides down a few inches, she discovers a cleft running almost all the way round. Below this is a ledge of sorts which can take some of Sharon’s weight and, by wrapping her legs right round and crossing her feet, she just saves herself from falling. On top, a cleft has opened up which she hadn’t noticed before and, by reaching up over the upper ledge and grabbing hold of its edges, Sharon manages a brief moment of respite. This elicits something between a gasp and a scream from the toadstool. Neither is it the most comfortable of positions, for running vertically down the front between her legs is narrow ridge which is rubbing against her naked pussy. The toadstool is still twitching and lurching around accompanied by more of the deep moans and groans she heard earlier. Looking down Sharon sees her reflection in the pond.
“Oh my goodness! It’s a twelve foot penis. No wonder it grew bigger as I squirmed around.”
Just then Sharon smells the distinctive odour of seminal fluid and realises that the surface is getting distinctly slippy.
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