Eyeing herself in the mirror, once again it was all Corey could do not to drop to the floor, grab a great double handful of silks and satins, clamp them around her aching prick and start pump-pump-pump-pump-pumping away. Only the knowledge that such an exercise would be both frustrating and futile without the key to her c**k-lock helped her to keep her hands off of her throbbing shaft and head. Unsettled by the depth of her perverted arousal, Corey gritted her teeth, groaning with need. Still she was clenched rock-hard, much harder than just the c**k-harness could be accounted for. By now she was straining so desperately erect that her pulsating knob poked insistently into her belly as she at last bent over to examine and choose some shoes. Driving itself crazy with sensation, her tingling
