"Oh god! oh god! oh god! oh fuck! oh fuck! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK! FUCK!" she screamed into the cushions as she came hard.Her little body shook wil...ly beneath me, more than she had before, and I felt her tight little wet pussy clamp around my shaft trying to squeeze the life out of it, and her asshole did the same to my finger, and all I could do was hold on, trapped her holes as I felt my own orgasm building."FUCK! FUCK!" she cried out again as she came hard.That was too much for me, and. This was so embarrassing! She had lost complete control over her sex drive because of her over developed clitoris! She had been to six doctors and each and every one of them gave her the same diagnosis: Hyper Clitoral Dysfunction. Good grief, she had never even heard of it until her own organ ballooned up until it actually looked like a little penis! There were at least twelve other women present, and Mary wondered if they were stuck in the same leaky boat as she was. Her last doctor had. She rubbed the head over her huge hardened nipples leaving his pre-cum smothering them. She started to kiss the large head while still rubbing the shaft and then started to suck on the end, she was gagging trying to fit it into her mouth but she managed an inch or two. So there she was wanking this gigantic cock off into her mouth with me all the while taking pictures. Then suddenly she moved back still wanking him but aiming the head at her breasts just in time to receive the first jet of cum.. ‘Interesting,’ Du Cann observed. ‘Clearly there’s a story involved but it’s up to the individual to decide what kind of a story. Was she caught cheating? Or attempting to help somebody else to cheat? Was it an attempt to stop the game by hiding some cards? Or a very grandiose way of playing the winning hand? Are more cards hidden inside the other shoe. Or something else, perhaps? Certainly there’s something salacious about it — tastefully so, though. Apparently it’s generated quite a lot of.