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between her breasts.
Was she trying to eat him or fuck him?
The pitcher pulsed and her vaginal orifice throbbed pleasurably around his cock.
It felt more like...ooo...fucking.
The warm liquid in her pitcher massaged his balls with gentle fingers. The contractions of the opening thrust him in and out of an orifice that gently milked his cock. She was steadily taking his body to orgasm and he was powerless to resist.
Oh fuck, he was going to come.
She sensed his body's impending orgasm and the pulsating motions of her pitcher grew deeper and slower. Her vaginal orifice sucked a little harder at his cock each time her motions pulled him away.
Oh fuck, he couldn't hold back any more. He was going to...he was…
She knew. Her pitcher contracted driving his cock so deep into her vaginal opening he felt the head pass through into a sticky chamber with stretchy walls. She held him there, milking the entire length of his cock with expert pulses as he explosively came in a shuddering orgasm that spurted gout after gout of sperm into her.
The aftermath left Fowler feeling weak and drained. It felt like the orgasm had ripped out a piece of him with it.
“Look,” the girl said, tilting his head upwards. “Your pleasure feeds me.”
Fowler watched as a bulge travelled up the vine. It was more than just his semen, he realised. It was a piece of him, gone, sucked up and travelling away from him.
Give it back, he thought forlornly.
“And that is just the first taste,” she smiled.
Her hands delicately caressed his back. The pitcher began to pulsate again. He felt his cock thrust back and forth into her sticky passage. Her fluids swirled, massaging and caressing his balls.
She was steering his body irresistibly to another orgasm.
“Look...aah…” Fowler said.
She pulled him close and the head of his cock once again spurted explosively into that sticky chamber as skilled vibrations throbbed along its length. Another bulge passed up the vine leaving Fowler feeling weaker as he felt another piece sucked from him.
“We must be able to cut a deal,” he pleaded.
Miller was a hollowed out husk and he couldn't see any sign of Terry.
The girl gently raked his back with her fingernails. The fleshy hoop contracted around him and the pulsations started again within the pitcher.
“I have money. I can give you plenty of money.”
The girl ignored him. She pulled his cock into her sticky chamber and milked another load of cum and essence from his body. A third bulge passed up the vine.
“Power. Influence. I have connections. I can get you whatever you want,” Fowler begged.
The girl gently twirled her fingers through his hair. Her pitcher continued its remorseless pulsations, the stroking motions of her vaginal opening rapidly bringing him to a fourth orgasm.
“What do you want!” Fowler pleaded, seeing a fourth piece of him travel up the vine and into the darkness.
“Shh,” the girl said, putting a pale finger against his lips. “I want only to give you pleasure.”
One arm hooked around the back of his head as she pulled his face into her soft cleavage. Her other hand tickled down the back of his spine. The hoop of her opening contracted tight, holding Fowler's body rigid against her embrace. His cock was forced deeper inside the sticky chamber at the back of her pitcher and this time she didn't release it.
Slow, strong contractions went through the pitcher and throbbed along his cock. He spurted uncontrollably into the sticky chamber and felt the elastic walls expand outwards, sucking out more of his cum and life force.
The chamber contracted and pushed another bulge up the vine.
Fowler had pause only for a breath before the chamber was expanding again while she resumed milking his cock.
Fowler felt light-headed. His skin felt slack on his body as he felt his muscles shrivel and waste away beneath it.
How the fuck could this happen to him?
His cock spurted again, filling her chamber as she continued to
Was she trying to eat him or fuck him?
The pitcher pulsed and her vaginal orifice throbbed pleasurably around his cock.
It felt more like...ooo...fucking.
The warm liquid in her pitcher massaged his balls with gentle fingers. The contractions of the opening thrust him in and out of an orifice that gently milked his cock. She was steadily taking his body to orgasm and he was powerless to resist.
Oh fuck, he was going to come.
She sensed his body's impending orgasm and the pulsating motions of her pitcher grew deeper and slower. Her vaginal orifice sucked a little harder at his cock each time her motions pulled him away.
Oh fuck, he couldn't hold back any more. He was going to...he was…
She knew. Her pitcher contracted driving his cock so deep into her vaginal opening he felt the head pass through into a sticky chamber with stretchy walls. She held him there, milking the entire length of his cock with expert pulses as he explosively came in a shuddering orgasm that spurted gout after gout of sperm into her.
The aftermath left Fowler feeling weak and drained. It felt like the orgasm had ripped out a piece of him with it.
“Look,” the girl said, tilting his head upwards. “Your pleasure feeds me.”
Fowler watched as a bulge travelled up the vine. It was more than just his semen, he realised. It was a piece of him, gone, sucked up and travelling away from him.
Give it back, he thought forlornly.
“And that is just the first taste,” she smiled.
Her hands delicately caressed his back. The pitcher began to pulsate again. He felt his cock thrust back and forth into her sticky passage. Her fluids swirled, massaging and caressing his balls.
She was steering his body irresistibly to another orgasm.
“Look...aah…” Fowler said.
She pulled him close and the head of his cock once again spurted explosively into that sticky chamber as skilled vibrations throbbed along its length. Another bulge passed up the vine leaving Fowler feeling weaker as he felt another piece sucked from him.
“We must be able to cut a deal,” he pleaded.
Miller was a hollowed out husk and he couldn't see any sign of Terry.
The girl gently raked his back with her fingernails. The fleshy hoop contracted around him and the pulsations started again within the pitcher.
“I have money. I can give you plenty of money.”
The girl ignored him. She pulled his cock into her sticky chamber and milked another load of cum and essence from his body. A third bulge passed up the vine.
“Power. Influence. I have connections. I can get you whatever you want,” Fowler begged.
The girl gently twirled her fingers through his hair. Her pitcher continued its remorseless pulsations, the stroking motions of her vaginal opening rapidly bringing him to a fourth orgasm.
“What do you want!” Fowler pleaded, seeing a fourth piece of him travel up the vine and into the darkness.
“Shh,” the girl said, putting a pale finger against his lips. “I want only to give you pleasure.”
One arm hooked around the back of his head as she pulled his face into her soft cleavage. Her other hand tickled down the back of his spine. The hoop of her opening contracted tight, holding Fowler's body rigid against her embrace. His cock was forced deeper inside the sticky chamber at the back of her pitcher and this time she didn't release it.
Slow, strong contractions went through the pitcher and throbbed along his cock. He spurted uncontrollably into the sticky chamber and felt the elastic walls expand outwards, sucking out more of his cum and life force.
The chamber contracted and pushed another bulge up the vine.
Fowler had pause only for a breath before the chamber was expanding again while she resumed milking his cock.
Fowler felt light-headed. His skin felt slack on his body as he felt his muscles shrivel and waste away beneath it.
How the fuck could this happen to him?
His cock spurted again, filling her chamber as she continued to
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