Outside that bubble is the sound of a crowd of people. I can scarcely hear what they're saying above the din of the loud, pulsating music that fills t...eir club, but I'm convinced it is talk of the perverse things they intend doing to me. I can feel fingers penetrating my vagina and then laughter. I'm suddenly acutely aware of my own wetness and the aroma of my arousal. The embarrassing assault on my senses causes my face and ears to burn.The hands on my wrists and ankles hold me spread and. But off they both come and you spring free, cock pointing directly at me and already dripping with cum. Seated, I’m in an excellent position to take you into my mouth, and I do so… slowly. I lick the drip off of your tip, then just gaze at you, enjoying the sight of your jutting, hard manhood before my eyes, noting the soft, smoothed sacs underneath. I reach up and lightly touch them with my fingers, enjoying the sensation. Then my hand moves up a bit more and encircles your shaft at the base,. . "Ow!" she said as she felt a prick in her ass. More pink goo gurgled and popped through her head."And a feisty little Dominican bimbo you are!" Mr. Fink said. "That's okay. I like feisty. As long as it doesn't get in the way of you getting what you really need." My paper?" she asked.Mr. Fink just chuckled.He led her into a large cluttered room filled with half-assembled devices and where several men were scurrying about, trying to put things together. Four men stood around a tank of green. The inside of her vagina was moist and slippery. He pushed himself into her and began fucking. Then her vagina clamped down. It was amazing, just like fucking a living woman except this one didn't move and was quiet. Then as he came inside her he felt her clam down again.Ashley wondered yet again why her pussy didn't hurt. She'd been fucking for so long. She barely remembered her life before this long orgasm. She wondered why she wasn't insane after coming for such a long, long time. She.