They missed me by one man short, but I swear that I could feel the shock in my own nuts. I know that my hands did, them linked to the man?s nuts by t...e tri-cuffs. One of my little fingers actually went numb from the shocking voltage. Then I had to do what I could to hold him up when all of his weight fell into my hands and all I had to hold him up with were his balls and cock. The man behind him, of course, was doing his part as well, both with his body and his neck.I felt nauseous, but. There was nothing to hold onto on my side of the wall and my knees were getting extremely weak as he sucked hard and drained me of every drop that had boiled in my balls. My cock was extremely sensitive because of the very powerful orgasm I had but the guy on the other side was becoming very enthusiastic rather overzealous to milk me out. His fingers were going under my balls and pushing up in a tight squeeze expelling even the very little left in the pipes. I dare say, my dick even when. One more week will not add to those memories. I would prefer to spend the time saying goodbye to my family, you. mother, my brothers and sisters, and the people of our nation.’ King Gustave stared at his daughter, She was tall and well built, with long brown hair that cascaded down her back, a row of freckles across the bridge of her nose betrayed her young age. Her eyes were green and luminous, her countenance was an intoxicating mix of his own and his wife’s features, she was by far the most. You are the eccentric, the modern odd, like Warhol. Whenever we got together, she was always the only canvas that ever mattered. She’d have me paint her with chocolate sauce and caramel with ropes of liquorices. And she’d take my spurting cock in hand and create abstract expressionism from her thighs to her wicked little mouth.The memories splinter reality into fragmented pieces and I grip your ass harder. Your teeth latch onto my shoulder with pleasurable pain and I feel your pussy convulse.