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When he put the pliers down, she pleaded to be allowed to pee. No. He wanted to fuck her. "Hey Lenin, we said she could piss when she was finished." "Yeah, well fuck you, I'm going to fuck the piss right out of her." "Fine, as long as you let her piss. Deal's a deal" "Hey, but not on MY sleeping bag" So Lenin dragged her off and threw her down in a mound of wild ginger, put her legs back up over her shoulders, and held them there while he rammed his way into her dry but oily womb. Oh Christ, she could not believe the pain when he started poking into her bladder. Did he really want her to piss while he fucked her? She hoped so, because it was killing her to hold it. So she let go. And found that it is really hard to piss when someone is fucking you. It came out in little spurts and squirts as he moved in and out. It felt better just to relax her control, but it still hurt to have him poking her rock hard bladder.
" I can't pee. I can't pee when you're fucking me. Please, it hurts, ..Ow, oh God, stop." She cried and pleaded with him, but he wasn't going anywhere until he was done with her. And having cum numerous times that day already, he was in no hurry. The more she pleaded, the more he seemed to like it, so she gave up begging for mercy, assured that she'd receive none. Then on consideration, she started begging even more pathetically, crying and gasping from the horrible pain, which wasn't nearly as bad as she made out, so that he got all riled up, fucked the snot out of her and spewed his scum into her womb. God, she hoped she was right about not ovulating yet.