Alissa giggled as she scooped up another generous portion of whipped cream, holding it gingerly between her fingers. She teased, "I have an idea. How about instead of eating this, I show you where it really belongs?" She turned around, bending over, and slowly pressed the cream against her tight little asshole. With a smirk, she pushed and the cold cream oozed in, filling her up. Moaning, she arched her back, reveling in the sensation. As her asshole stretched wide, Alissa's excitement grew, and she begged, "Fuck me. Fuck my tight ass with your fingers, please!" Hearing her plea, John couldn't resist any longer and slid his fingers into her warm, eagerhole, filling her up with a satisfying stretch.
