”“Kind of messy? I’ve got a rug soaking in the tub, chair cushion covers hanging to dry, and bedding I should be stripping off to wash, probably...from more than one bed. And that’s in less than a day. I don’t think kind of messy describes it.”“You’re enjoying it though, aren’t you?”“More than I should, I suppose, for a married woman. By the way, I know what you’re doing.”“What am I doing?” “You’re trying to fuck me in the ass.”“I told you I was going to. Is it working?”“Your cock is much bigger. To do so, I'd allowed a journalist, Max Murphy, a long interview with me. As he entered, I was displayed mostly like he and everryone had seen me by now at countless debates and speeches: clad in a mostly see-through top that did more of displaying my breasts than hiding them, and a tiny miniskirt, currently hiked up by the clerk who was at the moment railing my ass. His dick wasn't anything amazing, but after a millenium of almost constant fucking, I felt more naked without a dick in me than. I looked down at myself and saw my clit. It was already pulsing and throbbing. It was bright red. Call it elongated or engorged, but it was as big as I had ever seen it. The woman stayed next to the table that I was strapped to, and operated the fucking machine manually. She had a bucket of water at the ready, to revive me, when I passed out. As any UNCLE employee, she looked impassive and indifferent. She was just doing her job, and there wasn't one iota of compassion in her eyes. Thankfully,. We get a one-time pass and I chose you.”My heart stopped and my cock grew. The ongoing battle between friendship and sexuality had reached its peak. I weighed the possible outcomes if she was lying about their agreement but decided to trust my cock.Within an instant I lunged at her. Quickly grabbing her pettite frame and throwing her on top of my throbbing shaft. Her hips began to buck as she began to grind against it. I could feel her pussy getting wet as her silky thong became enveloped by.
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