Cameltoe by Cameltoe

With the tour at an end, Cerise returned home to the pyramid, in the safe confines of her room. She abandoned her cloak, down to her dancer's costume, and set aside her goodie bag which was filled with souvenirs purchased on her trip. Her favorite color pink saturated much of the interior, her bed covered in heart-shaped pillows and a massive plushie shaped like the Sphinx.

"Now I've met the real deal! Never would've thought Sommy took her place!" Settling down for bed, she strolled over to a full-body mirror and studied her reflection. She removed the ribbons to let down her neon pink pigtails, one at a time, where they spilled over her charcoal shoulders in a cascade. Her wide eyes drank herself in, her cheeks and lips lit up by a warm smile.

She hummed to herself and started to weave her foal-bearing hips. Her fingers hooked into the band of her top as she watched her confined breasts jiggle beneath, before she freed her girls and watched her tips drop, the dark-skinned orbs topped by wide, pink nipples. She cast the article aside, shook her titites and watched the hypnotic flesh sway back-and-forth.

She pinched the soft tips, felt them harden under her touch, where she twisted and pulled on them, unable to hold back a moan as she distended her supple titflesh to the limit.

It felt nice...but lacked the intimacy a partner would provide. So she would have to pretend.

She pictured an audience that watched her, hands drifted over her breasts to trace down her sides, to her hips. Her digits hooked into the hem of the bottom garment portion, where she started to sidle it down inch-by-inch, over the curvature of her wide buttocks that were pinched by the piece. She arched her back as her pert ass came into view, followed by the tight slit on her mound, until her cunt was fully revealed and she let the bottom portion fall around her ankles before she kicked it aside. She then took a moment to pose, her nubile nakedness unveiled.

She felt the heat build in her at the imagined audience, everyone looking at her, wanting her. Feeling liberated and powerful, yet exposed and vulnerable, caught in a fight-or-flight response that made the tips of her nipples painfully erect, her inflamed lower lips swollen and wet.

The princess needed release! But somehow she doubted masturbation alone would fulfill her!

Her hand fished into the souvenir sack, and fished out a 'gag gift' Sommy bought for her. A strap on similar to the one used on the Dazzlings, topped by the rigid dragon-styled phallus, thick and pink, the shaft's underside lined in those little nubs that scraped and tickled her insides. Her hips and butt swished on her way over to the Sphinx plushie on her bed.

After a little struggle, she managed to fit the strap on onto the plushie. The princess chewed on her lower lip, pretending this was a lover she'd taken to her private chambers, as she backed away for a moment to admire her work, as her heart raced in anticipation at what she'd do.

She licked her lips, swallowed hard, then lowered herself to all fours. Gradually, the nude princess made her most seductive crawl to the Sphinx, like she was a lover to be seduced. Her pendulous, suspended tits swished back-and-forth, her asscheeks left to shift and roll.

Once she reached the bedside, she pushed the plushie onto its back, crawled atop it, and spread her thighs wide open as she started to mount it, the phallus teased as it rushed over her mound, along her slick snug slit, and between those supple buttcheeks, over her puckered asshole as her nails raked over the plushie's bosom with a drawn-out moan.

"I...I want you," she whispered, her eyes half-lidded and hazed over. "I need you inside me!"

She raised her hips, dropped down, and impaled herself on fake drake dick. Groans wheezed between her clenched teeth, the spiky tip mashed into her cervix as her pink, slippery walls tightened around the intrusion. Gradually she started to swish her hips and ass after she adjusted to its size, the way to split her open and spread her slimy walls to fullness.

She maneuvered herself in different directions, made certain the object dragged and pressed on her spongy g-spot, as the ridges rolled over her swollen, soaked clit, her snatch left to drool its feminine love across the Sphinx's lap as she wildly started to ride the plushie.

She kneaded one of her tits, the free one left to shake and wobble as she bounced up-and-down. Her loose hand reached back and slapped her ass so hard she squeaked and constricted harder.

Schlicks filled her perked ears while she spanked herself, like she was a naughty princess that a powerful stud needed to put in her place!

Finally, she lifted her hips and slammed back down with such force, the fake cock drove her cervix open and cleaved into her womb, where it scraped the back of her uterine walls.

"God~," she hissed and quivered as she came on the spot. Her squirts soaked across the plushie, into the sheets, too lost by euphoria as she rode out her climax to care how she'd explain to the handmaidens about the mess she'd made. Hopefully, Sommy would take care of it!

The strap on's enchantment activated, as it started to vibrate, throb, and fire off into her core. She continued to knead a titty, fondled her ass and sunk her thump up her warm asshole, squeezed down around the flesh as she quaked and creamed herself anew with a lewd shriek.

Finally, she collapsed onto the plush Sphinx and heaved her bosom. Someday, she would find the stallion of her dreams. But for now, she was contented.

As the princess started to drift off, the astral projected nude form of Somnambula materialized behind Cerise and spooned her with a kiss on the cheek. "Sleep well, my princess."