“If you were born not to need males, why would you even have...” He pondered how to word it, and settled on “Pleasure spots. What we call clit....”“This is unknown. What you call clits also guide our muscles when we lay our eggs, commanding them to squeeze and release in turn. They were always sensitive, and caused humors that dull pain to fill our bodies. Elders of my people believe that those who were more sensitive, feeling pleasure as well, would have caused those with such traits to lay. She wasn’t supposed to actually say ‘No’ to him.Yet she did.“My fucking face!” the prisoner wailed, jerking on the floor. CGB looked down at the man bleeding from his mouth apathetically. Flicking the ashes of his cigar onto him, he began slowly walking around his abused body again.Still thinking about her.He knew she was just trying to be tough because she was humiliated and demeaned, used in front of hundreds of soldiers and was embarrassed by it. She hated being put on display to such a. She was also arching her back every time I went deep.This kept on going for some time and she started to shiver and shake again and again. But I didn’t stop this time and held her in that position. But then I had to stop as she was not able to handle it and was screaming. She had multiple orgasms and was gasping for air. I gave her some water and then again took the position behind her with her ass in the air. Her ass was looking so inviting and it was turning me on even more.I pushed my dick. I'm not sure if I was coming just in the dream or coming in the dream and for real. As long as I was coming I wouldn't fall, even though come juice was pouring out of me, making his big red bull back slipperier and slipperier. I think that's what they call a paradox. Next time Mike's finger grazed my asshole, I gave a little squeeze, almost as if I were trying to catch his fingertip. Maybe I was trying to catch his fingertip, but he was too quick. Or he didn't get the hint. His hand moved back.