I watch with fascination as youweigh in your mind the relief that lowering your body will give your legsversus the punishment that your clitoris will ...eceive from the bristles.Your initial, tentative experiments convince you that the burningsensation in your muscles is preferable to the prickling sensation in yourvulva. However, as time passes, I notice that your priorities begin tochange. You spend longer and longer periods with the bristles penetratingdeeper and deeper into your. "Listen, you." he spoke in a scarily calm, yet furious tone, speaking quickly yet articulating every word perfectly. "You all were clearly in some kind of situation back there, and I didn't see you doing a single damn thing about it." He jutted out a finger into her collarbone, effectively making her take a step back. With each word he got closer to her face. "I just got you all a place to talk, and prevented any gossip forming as a result of this, and you still find a reason to crawl up my. His breathing is heavier, and his rhythm slows, but each thrust becomes harder and deeper still. Suddenly, he lets out a groan of pleasure, and his cock jumps inside me as he releases his semen with a gush. I feel the force of his ejaculation deep inside, followed by another. With each release, he rams his cock into me, his testicles slapping against my bottom. I am gasping now, as I feel my legs beginning to tremble, and I know I am close to cumming. As his penis pushes in again and squirts. "Mike!" I shouted as the pain hit again and I felt compelled to pushonce more. A head popped up between my legs."Okay, his head is out. I need another good push on the next one." Hevanished again. Mike patted my hand gently."It's going to be all right," he said."All right!" I shouted, clenching his hand with all my might, "I'mhaving a baby, Mike!"Another rush of pain and I pushed as hard as I could. Suddenly, theintense pressure between my legs was relieved. I gasped a sigh of relief. Iheard a.