Tracy's heart lept as the man pointed to her!
Excitedly she ran to take her place before the bails of hay, boucing with her zeal. Her eyes were wide, her mouth open to pant, her face one of innocent lust. Her totally naked body was well rounded, with more than a little extra flesh, but all of it was in the right places. Her shape was the curves of wetness straining to burst, like a perfectly sculpted water balloon.
Melon sized breasts rode high and jiggled with her pants as she took and held her Bellybutt pose. A deep and lovely navel quivered in the middle of a perfectly shaped narrow abdomen. Her belly carved out of softness to be deep and inviting with a small swell thrust out to meet her fate. She stared at the sharpness aimed at her middle and licked her lips.
Tracy tried to speak but all that could get through her arousal was a quavering, "Oh... oh.... oh..."
Then with a whistle, Tracy's arrow flew towards her as she gasped!
"AAAahh!!!" It plunged deep within her!
Deep within Tracy's core the arrow buried itself and she spasmed in her pose. Her blood gushed with gurgles. Wide eyed she looked down to see a fountain of it spraying out from within her. Then a death orgasm struck her and she cried out, "Ooh!" and threw her head back.
Slowly she sank to her knees. Her blood still gurgling she fell to her back and lay spread wide. Her chest and abdomen breathed huge breaths, her arrow ridgedly unmoving despite them, so deep and firmly implanted was it. She squirmed ever so slowly and moaned her dying. Her open eyes rolled up as she deliriously drank of her dying sensation.
Unheeded by Tracy another Bellybutt was called for. Tracy was picked up by her hands and feet, carried to the pile of used Bellybutts and unceremoniously tossed among them. She landed with a squelch! She lay there dying, no thought in her head but vapid awareness that she was just another used Bellybutt.