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"No please donôt" she objected, twisting her body, although unable to escape my touch. "Quiet Lauren. Remember how I told you to enjoy it, well this is your chance. Close your eyes and imagine Iôm one of those football players you and your friends are always talking about" I replied absently, more interested in my own pleasures than hers. It wasnôt long before her body responded regardless, her tiny nipple growing erect, as the soapy water filled her vaginal cavity. I stood up and ran my tongue across her little nub, my hand trailing downwards across her stomach, and if I wasnôt mistaken I was sure I heard a little moan of pleasure. My cock was growing again, and as I sat down at eye level to her gorgeous slit, I wondered how many times I could cum in one night.
Laurenôs pussy was nearing capacity, and soapy water was beginning to squirt out from around the nozzle in small bursts. I turned the tap on the tube to off, and slowly worked the nozzle back out of her pussy. As soon as it was out, her pussy shot the water out, looking like she hadnôt pissed in a year. The water had a slight pink tinge to it, and I wondered if perhaps Iôd caused her some internal damage, not that I really cared.