It is desperate jealousy I feel now, along with the bliss of her fingers. It’s hatred of those that have feasted upon her, been inside her. She knows this animosity is just making me quiver more. Drummond can hear all this. His mind will be racing with the images of what I look like, of the pictures she creates. His prick is so swollen, so fearsome. His spunk let fly now would be like a bullet. One look at me might send it shooting, but he keeps his eyes to the ground, however much this rips at him. The wand she eventually chooses for insertion is the thinnest she can find. At first I think it must be for my bottom, with a much fatter one chosen to stretch my begging puss, but no. She knows I need fatness so she gives me the opposite.
The current inside me is the gentlest her machine wil
