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My other hand set to work, tracing small circles across and around her clitoral hood, feeling her tiny clit steadily swelling. Lauren was enjoying it more noticeably now, attempting to meet my finger by thrusting her hips, although her position made that almost impossible. Once again her pussy reached capacity, and once again I removed the nozzle, the solution spraying clear on the second time. "Okay Lauren, now for your arse, that needs to be cleaned too" I said, lifting her leg a little higher to allow me easier access. "No, not in my bottom Mr. Rogers, please ooooouuuuucccccchhh" she whimpered as I pressed the nozzle in past her sphincter without warning. "Shut up Lauren, Iôm getting sick of your whining"
I dropped her leg, and continued to rub her pussy, wanting her to orgasm after all. I figured if I could make her cum, sheôd just be all the more humiliated by the ordeal. Slowly her moans became more audible, and with expert dexterity, I brought her off with my hand, her eyes half closed and glassy, teeth biting her bottom lip, looking like any other slut getting her pussy worked over.