At first, only Serf's face crossed beyond the fleshy threshold of Gwen's anus. But as the enormous woman savored the sensations made by her tiny friend, the opening he was pressed against began to instinctively yawn open and squeeze closed. Likewise, Serf could see the narrow passage ahead of him undulate in a matching, excited rhythm.

As Gwen's body carried on this lustful cadence, the deeper Serf found himself being drawn into her. And the deeper he was drawn in, the further he continued to shrink... And so the deeper he would be drawn in. Caught in this lewd loop, both Serf and Gwen knew that, for him, this situation was inescapable.

By the time his shoulders slipped into his companion's craving sphincter, the resistance Serf put up became less frantic and more feeble. Still outside his current, covetous confines, Serf became fixated on what his hands could feel. Pressing against the folds of Gwen's anus, he could easily trace each flexing wrinkle with his fingers. As he did this, occasionally his hands would brush against coarse hair; the short stubble that he knew ringed the rim of his companion's rectum.

When an echo from within the woman's bowls groaned, as if avidly awaiting his arrival, Serf finally conceded. Now a bystander to the desirous urges of Gwen's body, perhaps he too should make the best of this “accidental” situation...

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