Tessa began to push. It wasn't a fast motion; the banana was thick, the skin providing a blunt, heavy pressure that Jasmine wasn't prepared for. I watched from above, my hands gripping the back of the couch as I kept up a steady, grinding rhythm inside her pussy. The dual sensation was clearly blowing Jasmine's mind. She was caught between the hot, wet friction of my cock and the cool, invasive stretch of the fruit behind her.
The banana barely went in at first, the resistance of her muscles fighting against the intrusion. Tessa grunted, putting her shoulder into it, her fingers gripping the base of the fruit as she forced the first few inches past the rim.
"God, you're so tight, Jas," Tessa teased, her voice muffled by the proximity to Jasmine's thighs. "Maybe you need more 'stretching' in your workout routine."
"Fuck you!" Jasmine screamed, but the words lost their bite as her back arched, her internal walls clamping down on me so hard I nearly lost my footing.
