..doesn't it?" "Yes, yes...hell yes. I love feeling your cock inside me," I say in total submission. She rests my legs on her shoulders once again and...starts thrusting her hips into me. I feel all nine inches of each thrust. "Let go of your cock baby...let me do it," she says. I release my cock. I put my hands behind my head so I won't be tempted to grab it again. She is thrusting into me so hard it reverberates throughout my body. My cock is leaking continuously. I bite my bottom lip trying to. The windows of the shop were heavily tinted, and the walls had discreet posters of the different products; names like the Labiathan, Snatch Catch and Pussy Pouch, showed that some marketing people survived the plagues.A laser would scan and create a 3D image of her upper thighs, bottom and pussy; then the personal prototype would be 3D printed. If she was okay with that after a couple of weeks, they would mould the metal version.The technician suggested it would be best if Harriet was aroused. I smiled and immediately set my scheme in motion. Henry’s mom took his phone as a punishment, I took the phone from her and said, “I think I’ve got a solution.” She looked at me and I told Henry to apologize to David for calling him a son of a snitch. I avoided laughing thinking that might spoil the atmosphere I needed. He promptly apologized. Me, and his mother, thought his apology insufficient and insincere. I told him to be more sincere he had to go up to David take his hand, kiss him. The towels she’d been hugging to her chest had now drooped lower and he could see hard points protruding through the thick fabric of her scrubs. Her nipples were hard…very hard. “Wh-what’s hot?” he asked out of sheer curiosity. “You are,” she replied, her open lips morphing into a huge and somewhat intimidating smile. “Umm…okay,” he said in response, unsure of what she was really talking about. “Oh c’mon…you don’t have to play dumb with me. No guy with a cock that size doesn’t know how to use.