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Collected by Djian
The Gamble
by anonym
WARNING!
This story is only for adults over the age of 18 and contains Strong Sexual
Content. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only. If you are
under the age or 18 or reside in a state that prohibits such behavior, please
leave this site immediately!!!
The Gamble
She watched the dice roll from his fingers, her breath suddenly growing a
little ragged. This was her first trip to Vegas and Sybil
was in awe of her surroundings. She had gone down to the hotel casino, just
to watch and learn.
She found herself standing at a table where people were rolling dice. She
didn’t know the name of the game, but found it
intriguing just the same. She spotted him, he was standing not two feet from
her, dressed in a business suit. She noticed that with
her heels on she was just a little taller than he was. His blue eyes
sparkled as he continued to roll the dice. He hadn’t even
looked her way, he was so intent on the roll of the dice. She noticed his
strong hands and wondered what they would feel like
roaming over her body. This was insane. She didn’t know this man, but she
found herself fantasizing about him just the same.
Suddenly he looked up and their eyes met. He smiled and she smiled back. His
smile lit up the room and she found herself at a
loss for words. She noticed his eyes running the length of her body. She had
taken extra care in dressing for the evening, so she
knew that she looked exceptionally sexy. Her red mini dress emphasized the
curves of her body. It was cut low, but not low
enough to reveal too much. Her breasts were still firm, so she could go
without a bra if she chose to do so. Tonight was one of
those times.
He introduced himself as Bert, but offered no last name. She told him that
her name was Sybil and left the last name off as well.
He told her that he was in Vegas on business and that this was his last
night in town, as he was flying home the next day. She
explained to him that this was her first time in Vegas and really didn’t
know anything about gambling, but was eager to learn.
What else could she say, I find you drop dead gorgeous and want your body?
But there they were, quickly talking about all
sorts of things, and the subject of strip poker had come up.
She had seemed so confident when they had started. Oh yes, sure she told
him, she had played all sorts of strip games before.
And that's when he produced the dice... “Can we go somewhere private? And
play a little game?” She'd gone back to her
room with him, almost giddy with excitement. She had always had incredible
luck with all sorts of games, so how hard can this
be. She was sure that very shortly, she'd have him reduced to nothing but
his smile...the thought of winning, of stripping him
article by article was thrilling...and blotted out the other thought nagging
the back of her head: What if I should lose....
They sat down in the living area...on chair in front of the coffee table. He
let her roll the dice a couple of times to get the feel
them.
He was in business attire. Suit, tie, everything. She protested...he was
overdressed...and he agreed to play without his suit
jacket. She watched him carefully as he took it off. He was younger than she
was. Maybe 30. But boyish looks hid his true age.
He was trim though...she allowed herself a moment to consider his
body...what of it was visible beneath the white shirt.
He settled back, his blue eyes finding hers..."OK, ladies first."
"Why thank you..."
She rolled, and watched the dice as they came up: 1 2 He rolled: 4 4.
His pleasure was evident. "Ok...you lose...what's going?"
She giggled..."I believe I can spare a stocking." A stocking...how harmless
it all started out...they rolled again...
She rolled a 5 2. Seven. Well...not bad... He rolled: 3 4.
"Oh oh...tie..now what?"
His smile broadened..."We both remove something."
My wasn't he in a hurry...She watched as he removed his tie. He was still
showing virtually no skin at all...
"Hmmmm. A tie. How convenient for you."
He looked back at her innocently.
She removed her other stocking...her feet now bare. Well, he'd better be a
foot freak, cause her feet were all she planned on
showing him! She blew on the dice for luck and rolled again:
She stared in disbelief: 1 1 He tossed the dice with nonchalance...: 5 1
He leaned back, his eyes roving over her body freely..."Well, dear...what
now?"
She didn't say a word, but reaching around began to unzip her dress. Her
hands were trembling as she slowly lower the zipper,
while his eyes feasted on the flesh being revealed.
"It's getting serious now." She said, her voice hoarse, and yes, she had to
admit, she felt the wetness spreading below...
"Take your time, Sybil...I'll wait..."
She slipped the straps off her shoulders and watched as her dress pooled at
her feet onto the floor. She quickly folded her arms
across her chest. He arched an eyebrow at her, and she blushed furiously.
She was a player, she knew the rules...you couldn't
hide what was revealed...Her cheeks were blushed hot, but she put her hands
on her thighs, and let him look at her fully.
"Mmmmm...very nice....what size bra would you wear?"
"36C," her voice was just a whisper.
He smiled at her. "My favorite size. Perfect in every way. Just right for
fondling...and licking...big enough to feel good in your
hand, and still be pert..."
If it were possible, she blushed even more under his commenting.
"Looks like I'm in a bit of trouble now," she said, fighting the urge to put
her hands in front of her again.
"Why, whatever do you mean?"
She let out an exasperated sigh. His coolness was unnerving her...as though
he had expected this all along..."Well, what I mean
is, you're basically dressed and I'm naked already now..."
"Sybil, dear, you've been unlucky is all. But...luck changes..."
She couldn't meet his gaze. It was humiliating, being so easily undressed
like this. In front of a stranger...and being powerless to
stop it!
"Besides," he continued. "You love this, don't you...?"
"No!" she said, her gaze meeting his with her denial. "I don't mind losing,
but I don't enjoy being beaten so badly!"
She felt betrayed by the arousal of her own body. Her cheeks were
flushing...
“Tell you what, I'm feeling generous. I'll let you pick, what would you like
me to remove? Ladies choice."
"Well, seeing as how I'm just about all skin, your pants would go a long way
in making me feel better..."
Without a word, he reached down to his belt, and undid it. She followed his
every move. Finally, he would have to show her
something...a little of what he was hiding...just how was he below the belt?
His pants slid down his thighs. His thighs were lean, and covered with a
fine blonde hair. He was wearing white jockey briefs,
and the effects of her strip-tease were well noted beneath. His cock
strained at the fabric, hard as a pole, pushing at the left side
of his shorts. She guessed that if he were adjusted to be straight up that
the cockhead would protrude from the waistband. He
was probably seven inches long...oh how she wanted to see the rest of that!
"Ahhh.. now I'm starting to relax. Very nice," she said, pointedly staring
at the bulge in his briefs.
His hand strayed down to his crotch, and he adjusted his raging hardon to
keep from sliding out of the leg hole.
She watched his hands. Seven inches, she guessed, if it were an inch.
She drew a deep breath, her breasts rising as she did. She was trying to
control her racing pulse, but it was hard. Yes...she had
to admit, she enjoyed losing to him. Being stripped. Forced to remove all of
her clothes while he had lost hardly a
thing...stripped bare and naked...she loved the sensation...how else could
she explain that her juices were beginning to ooze
down her bare thigh .
"Stand up," he said at last. His voice was soft, husky...but there was no
mistake: it was a command.
One she obeyed.
She did as commanded...her pussy was throbbing unmercifully now...Her pubic
hair was black, and full...it was a couple of
months from bikini season, so she hadn't started her tight cropped shaving
yet. He didn't seem to mind in the least..enjoying the
view of her exposed, full snatch...
"Stand there for a second, exposed...Let me see you."
He watched her for a full minute, until she squirmed under his scrutiny.
"OK...you may sit down now...I'm through looking...for
now..."
She sat, bringing her knees tightly together, and leaning forward, trying to
ebb the flow of her juices which were now trickling
out of her, and running down her inner thigh...
"Ok...roll again," he said, surprising her.
"Huh? You won?."
"I haven't won yet."
"You haven't? I'm as naked as I get!" She protested. Deep down, she felt a
twinge of fear and excitement. Actually, she could
be barer...he couldn't mean to play her for her body hair now, could he?"
But he had higher stakes in mind...
"I won a look at your body. Now I want to win your body."
"Meaning?"
"You bet your body. If you win, same as before, I strip an article...if you
lose, you're mine for the evening and have to do
anything I tell you."
She thought she was going to faint. "Including what?"
"Including anything. No limits."
"OK, sex if you want. But just here. Just you and me, in private. I don't
want to be humiliated, or anything," she said.
He picked up the dice. "If you don't want to be humiliated, then I suggest
that you roll to win...cause otherwise, you'll be that
lovely shade of red all evening.
Inwardly she quivered with fear, and desire. It was as if he saw her inner
thoughts. She put up false walls of a defense, and he
plowed right through them, to her inner most, and secret -or so she had
thought-desires.
"Well...I suppose we do need to finish...and your luck can't hold..."
"Roll, my lovely."
She tossed the dice, feeling almost giddy. She knew what would happen. If
not this roll, then the next. It wouldn't be long. She
would lose to him. She would lose everything. In a way, that was a freeing
thought.
She looked down: 2 4.
He scooped the dice up and tossed them: 6 4.
"Now," he said, "it is complete."
The tremor ran down her body. He had won her. And he would not be easy on
her, she knew that.
"I don't suppose that we can negotiate surrender terms..."
"You're a teacher....what did the U.S. stand for in Grant's name?"
She met his gaze. His eyes were dancing...laughing at her feeble attempts to
maintain a little control.
"Unconditional Surrender," she whispered.
"Yes...but I'm feeling kind. I'll let you out of our bet."
"You will?"
"If..."
"If what?"
He leaned over to her. "I'm going to put my finger to the outside of your
pussy. If it's dry, then you're free to do whatever you
want to tonight. If you're wet, though, I'm going to make you my obedient
little submissive all night...and you will love every
minute of it..."
She closed her eyes as his hand went to her loins. She knew what he would
find. She knew she had no choice now but to obey
him. What use was there in trying to pretend? He somehow knew
her...fully...completely...even that dark area of her fantasies
that she let no one enter...
The shock of his finger touching her was electric. She moaned,
involuntarily, her hips moving to his touch.
"My, oh my...hot as well as wet..."
She blushed, and kept her eyes closed.
"You're very wet..."
She was silent.
"You don't believe me?"
"I do...I guess...I wouldn't know...." her voice was scarcely a whisper. She
had no idea why she was trying to deny this. But
still, somehow, she was fighting (a losing battle) for a little turf.
"Oh...then maybe you'd better check for yourself..."
"What?"
"Finger yourself. And see how hot and wet you've become..."
"I...um...I...couldn't..."
"You mean to tell me you've never touched yourself."
Yes...of course she had. But never for the entertainment of another...like
he was asking now.
"Do it," he said. It was not a request. "Let me watch you finger yourself."
"I don't think so."
He laughed at her. "I know you will. You have no choice. But the longer you
wait, the worse it will be. I will make you pay for
keeping me waiting..."
She looked at him, desperately. "Please...don't make me do that..."
His eyebrows arched, but he said nothing. A minute passed...and then she
reached down, tentatively. He was right. She had no
choice...no matter how shameful the act, she had to obey. What else was in
store for her? She touched herself while he
watched. And her own touch had never aroused her more, knowing that his eyes
were smoldering...watching her intently. She
was wondering if she would come from her own touch while he watched...but
fortunately (and deep inside her, unfortunately,)
he told her to stop before she had the chance to find out.
Suddenly, as the touching stopped, she became aware of her situation
again...
"Get on the bed , Sybil."
She ran to the bedroom, and threw herself onto the bed...she felt like
laughing, and crying all at the same time...she lay
there...and moaned softly...feeling her wetness begin to soak the bedspread
beneath her....and she waited in the darkness...
It seemed like forever until she heard him approach the bed...she waited,
wanting to look, but knowing she wasn't allowed...
He was examining her, now. She knew that. She could feel the heat of his
body as he walked around the bed, looking at her...
"OK...let's see how well you do with your next test..."
"Test?"
"Raise yourself up on your elbows and knees until just your nipples touch
the bed..."
She was nervous now, she didn't know she was being tested...and what did he
mean by disappoint?
"I meant now, Sybil..."
She got up as directed...her nipples grazing the top of the bed...her ass in
the air...what was he going to do now? Her bare ass
was exposed...she didn't like this...She wasn't into pain...
"Hold your back straight."
"I can't," she protested....
"Lower yourself at the knees...come on, you’re a strong young lass...I saw
those muscles beneath your tits...you can do a partial
push up....do it...."
She lowered her bottom until her back formed a perfectly straight line...the
position was not impossible, but did take a little
effort to maintain...
She felt something cold and slightly damp at the small of her back.
"What's that?"
"A glass of water...I want it to stay right where it is for five minutes."
"That's the test?" That didn't sound too hard...
"Mostly," he said...
Then she felt it....
At her hip, and moving slowly up her bare side...a...feather...
"What's that??"
"The maid left a feather-duster in the room...like it?"
"I--ummm...." it was at her rib cage now....
"Good heavens, you're not ticklish, are you?"
"No...I..."
When it touched the side of her breast, she knew she was in trouble....
"Please, don't..."
It swept inside of her armpit, and she jerked, spilling the glass....the ice
cold water splashed at the base of her ass, and then ran
down her cheeks, rushing across her hot, wet pussy...
"Oooohhhh," she collapsed on the bed....
"You failed that simple little test..." he said.
"I'm terribly ticklish," she said.
"Oh, that is really too bad for you..."
"That I'm ticklish?"
"That I know it."
Oh no. "You wouldn't..."
"Stretch your hands out," he told her.
"Why?"
He swatted her bare ass. It stung, but it was not too painful. The sheer
surprise of it made it seem worse.
"Ooooo!"
"Do it..."
"Ok, Ok..." she said, and stretched her hands out to the headboard. If she
had thought about the fact that he had just put her
hands inches from a brass headboard, she might have thought twice...but she
was still distracted by the water...and the unique
sensation of feeling it grow warmer from ice cold...
She felt something encircle her wrists...she looked up in surprise and saw
her stockings looped around her wrists!
"Hey!"
She tried to struggle, but before she could react, he had her hands bound to
the headboard. "No kinky stuff!" She
protested...and tried to turn over, but he held her on her belly by grabbing
her thighs...
"I'd say, off hand, that you're in no position to make demands..."
"Stop it! Now!...I'm not into--"
"What? You're not into what?" His voice silenced her protestations. "Sybil,
please tell me what you are into...?
"Well--"
"I--"
"Fact is, you don't know what you're into. You've lead a boring sheltered
life where you looked at fantasies from afar. Well,
tonight, you're starring in one, and you might not be ready for it -- for
fantasies so close, fantasies felt instead of only read about,
or talked about-- but that's too bad, cause you're in one now. And when I'm
all done with you, then and only then will you even
have a glimpse of what you're into. Obviously, I know much better than you
what lights your fire..."
His finger dipped into her vagina lips...the touch made her moan and
wriggle...
"You ever been this wet before? Miss-know-it-all?"
"No," her voice barely audible...
"All right then...just lay there and enjoy it. You’re mine for the evening.
A bet's a bet. You're paying up...now be quiet."
She said nothing.
"Lie still and spread your legs..."
She did...and nothing happened for a long time...then suddenly his fingers
ran over her body. They didn't hurt her --she wished
they did...this was much worse-- they moved over her...relentlessly seeking
out every spot...every...ticklish...spot...
She rocked back in forth, laughter whooshing out of her. She tried to evade
him, but her bonds made it impossible. When she
tried to pull down to hide her armpits, he found her ribs. When she rolled
to her side, her found the back of her knee. As she
jerked her leg up, he grabbed an ankle, and held it prisoner while his
fingernails raked across the sole of her foot.
It went on for minutes...she was helpless...and so aroused she started to
cum...
And then he stopped...
With a whimper she lay on the bed, breathless, and feeling a yearning in her
pussy that she'd never felt before...
"Well, what do you know? You very nearly came!"
"How" she panted, How, did you know?"
He laughed..."I know you by now...Take a moment to collect yourself...while
I figure out what I'm going to do to you next..."
She whimpered at the thought.
He sat beside the bed..."OK...Tell you what...I'm feeling generous...so,
I'll give you a choice..."
"What?"
"Fifteen minutes of tickling..."
"Oh God, no! I'd wet myself...I couldn't take fifteen minutes of that..."
"Hmmm..interesting thought..."
"What's my other choice??"
"Wet yourself, huh?"
"I'll take choice B!"
"You haven't even heard it yet."
"I don't care. Not tickling. Anything but that! I'll do anything. Want me to
lick your feet? Suck your cock? Wanna fuck me?
anything...anything but no more tickling..."
"Lick my feet?" His hand grabbed a handful of hair..."Oh...just what are you
into, Sybil?"
She blushed. "I was just thinking of things..."
"Oh, yes...quite a stream of them. My how creative you are when you put your
mind to it..."
"I'll do it if you want me to."
"I don't. Not yet, anyway...Choice B is a little game called mother of
pearls..."
"How do we play...?"
"Well, actually, only I play. You watch."
"You mean you're going to give me a pearl necklace?"
"You mean cum on your throat?"
"Yeah. I've had one before."
"I'll bet you have....but no, I'm going to take a pearl necklace off of your
throat."
"And...?"
He unhooked the necklace. "Roll over...."
She did, but of course her hands were still bound, so they ended up crossed
over her head. She looked up at him. He was still
completely dressed, even wearing a tie. And the pearls dangled from his
hand. Somehow, she knew that should make her
nervous, but she didn't know why...
"Now what?"
"Spread your legs..."
Naturally...well he had seen everything she had to offer. She was no longer
at all shy about exposing herself completely to him
by now...
He lowered the necklace until it touched the black hair at her crotch.
"Are you a virgin, Sybil?"
She snorted. "What do you think?"
"Just answer."
"No. Does that mean that we can't play any more?"
"You've had a cock in your mouth?"
"Hundreds of them."
He raised an eyebrow at her.
"OK...a few..."
"And in your pussy?"
She smiled. "The same few. I can only suck them for so long before I have to
bury them in my pussy...."
"Anywhere else?"
"Anywhere, else?" She looked at him, and then understood... "Oh, you mean,
have I ever taken it in...there?"
"You haven't."
She blushed. "Yes I have. A couple of times...."
He leaned forward...so close she could feel his heat, and smell his
cologne...his lips touched her ear..."You're lying."
"How do you know?" She whispered back...
"Cause if you had done it, you would have called it your ass, not your 'in
there'."
She flushed scarlet. He was right...she had wanted to, but she
couldn't...she tried, but couldn't...and now he knew...and she
knew that whenever he knew something, he used it...
She felt something at her pussy's lips...she tried to look, but his body
stretched out across her prevented her from seeing
anything...
His fingers spread her apart...and then she felt the pearls start entering
her...one...two...she moaned...three...oh god....four...her
breath came in gasps...five...she bit her lip...it felt so
good...six...seven...eight...nine!
He sat up, and she looked down, seeing the pearls as they hung out of her
pussy... The feel of them in her was electric...she
wriggled her ass to feel them move inside her...It was great. Almost as good
as a cock...
"Roll back over. And get up on your hands and knees."
She did, writhing in pleasure as the pearls swung like a pendulum, the
motion being felt deep inside of her...a cock never did
THAT....
“Face in the pillow."
She obeyed...And then he started pulling the pearls out...one by one...so
slowly it almost drove her out of her mind.
Her ass was bucking, bumping and grinding, feeling every circular ball as it
made it's way past her throbbing lips. He was pulling
with a slight downward pull, so they also teased her clit on the way out.
Her sighs and moans were muffled by the pillow...she
felt like a cat in heat...god she needed fucked!
Finally, they all came free, and she raised her head from the pillow,
noticing her lipstick smeared on the pillow case... She
looked back at him, the pearls swung in his hand...
"Wow!" she said fighting for her breath..."I love plan B!"
"Plan B has not started yet..." he said.
One hand grabbed her right ass cheek, and pulled it apart...she felt the
cool air tickle at her suddenly exposed asshole...
"Hey! What are you doing!"
"The pussy was used to wet the pearls, Sybil....for their real purpose..."
"What do you --- OOooooohhh!!!"
The first pearl slipped into her ass. It was round, and slick thanks to her
own juices, and she felt the walls of her ass contract,
pulling it in like a suppository...It was the strangest sensation she'd ever
had...
"Please...I can't take--Aaaaaaarrrrrggghhh!"
Number two slipped in, easily...Three took more prodding...four was just
plain not going to make it.
"Relax," he told her.
"You relax! It's not your ass!"
He pushed her butt down by the small of her back...and as she felt her pussy
touch the bed -- a welcome sensation-- number
four entered her...
It took almost five minutes to get all ten of them into her, .but he
managed. With her alternately screaming and moaning at him
the whole time. By the time he was finished, her pussy was running like a
river, and her clit was so hot if she was touched by
anything she was going to cum...She rolled over onto her back, hands still
tied above her...her face flushed, her whole body
sweating, and her aching, throbbing pussy arched before him...her ass
wriggled in the air, the pearls dangling from her, swinging,
tugging at her most sensitive part from the inside...
"OK..." she said through her pants..."You had your fun....now...."
"Now?"
"Now...fuck...me..."
He touched her pussy, she moaned and pressed it harder against his
hand...yes...touch there...
"Not yet," he said, removing his hand.
She slumped to the bed. "You are so fucking cruel!"
"You want to cum?"
"YES!!!" Her eyes shone at him. "DO I have to spell it out? I need to
C-U-M!!"
He touched her pussy again, and she moaned, moving like a cat in heat.
"No...no...please...let me cum....I'm in agony..."
"In a minute...."
She was still tied to the bed, her legs spread wide, her juices running
freely, and the pearls swinging out of her ass. Her body
shone with a light sweat that covered her. Her nipples were so aroused they
could feel the air as it moved against them, and her
loins wouldn't stop moving...she was bumping and grinding, trying to get
sexual release from anything...if only she could have her
fucking hands free for one minute!
"Please, I can’t stand much more of this," she said, trying her wrist
binding again, "I want your dick in my cunt!"
Bert laughed. "Earlier tonight, she couldn't even bring herself to say the
word ass...."
She wriggled, causing her breasts to jiggle freely at him..
"Ass..ass...ass...there! Now will you fuck me??"
Bert began to undress. All evening, she had wanted to see him naked...it had
started with the dice game...then she had thought
that she had wanted to see him naked and humiliated. Earlier tonight, she
had wanted him to be naked so she could see how his
body reacted to her nudity. But now, and he slid the shirt from his body,
and she watched him with fevered anticipation, she
knew that she wanted to see him naked because he was the most exciting man
she had ever met...
He was lean, and trim. No doubt, he worked out. His chest was smooth, and
bare, not a strand of hair on it...His nipples were
small, and pert, deep red in color...his tummy was flat...and a strip of
hair ran down from the navel...to below...
His pubic hair was a reddish blonde color, and she couldn't wait to see how
it looked next to her black bush...
And his cock...
Wow...
It wasn't huge, probably 7 inches, but it was perfect. It stood up...not
straight up, at a slight angle, but it was gorgeous erect. It
was peach colored, and thin...his cockhead was a perfect shape...if they
were to make a perfect dildo, they could use his cock
as a model...the cockhead was the same color as his nipples, deep-red,
almost purple...
His legs were muscular but lean. Well cut...she could see muscles ripple as
he approached...and covered with light blonde hair
almost all over...he must look great in shorts...the legs were tan...
He got on the bed, a leg on either side of her...
She could hardly believe it...it was finally going to happen...earlier she
dreaded it...then wanted it...now needed it...
His cock touched her clit...he was using his hand at the base of his
erection and using his cock like a dildo...her rubbed it against
her clit...hitting the tip of it with his velvet cockhead...
The touch was electric...she pulled against her bonds...head arching back...
He rubbed her with quick circles .and in less then a minute, she came Waves
and waves splashed through her body, like never
before. It made her tremor and shake as the evening's pent-up sexual tension
was released. She couldn't breath during it, but
she was so excited, that her heart thudded, and she felt like she had to
breathe, but she couldn't She hung there suspended,
thinking for a moment that she might actually die of ecstasy, and then it
broke through:
"Oh my god!" She screamed, "Oh, yes...yes...oh...YES! YES! Oh thank you,
thank you! YES!"
It seemed to last an eternity...and as she thought she was finished, his
cock entered her, thrusting deep into her vagina with one
masterful stroke...
She gasped with pleasure...oh my! She had never needed a cock so bad....
He started to fuck her.
Long, steady strokes, as his cock plowed in and out of her, his cock ridge
tickling the G-spot on every pull back. Her ass
tightening on the pearls...she felt like she was being fucked both places at
once...and it was wonderful...
She gasped for breath, and his tongue entered her mouth...
She couldn't stand it...breathing in urgent breaths through her nose while
his tongue explored her mouth, tickling her throat...Her
nipples pressed against his muscled chest...her hands still held
prisoner....her ass feeling the smooth pearls, her pussy being slain
by his hard cock...
And when his right finger found her clit...she thought she would surely
die...She'd never been so fucked in all of her life...And
she never wanted it to end....
She came again...this one more intense than the last...and she didn't think
that was possible.... About that time, she felt him pull
out of her, and she knew he was coming too...
His hot cum splashed over her body in steady, powerful streams, and even
though his raging cock was still over her pussy, the
cum squirted all of the way to her throat....and through the waves of
ecstasy, she thought...