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"Oh, now THIS is good," Raven paced, keeping eye contact with the prisoner
as she saw him use all his might to focus and control himself, try to
control his growing, throbbing milked cock in the tube above him. "You are
wondering where it's going to go, even as you feel the orgasm building in
your balls. Will you soon have a huge load of cum racing through this
machine and pumped through that gag, or will you feel it squirting out of
that cock in your ass, filling you up?"
"Should we make him choose?" Crystal offered, leaning over to get a look at
his face as well.
"Oh, now that's an idea!" Raven smiled. "Let me ask you this, first. How
does it make you feel that all your pathetic milking and ass pumping is
making me oh, so, so wet?"
Raven waited for a reaction in his face but he just gave her a stern, stoic
look. Unsatisfied with the response, she spread her legs a little, moved
her fingers to her pussy and purred down at him. "You can't look away. Even
if you wanted to. Even as your cock is pumped and milked, even as your ass
is stretched and bleeding with the force of that pounding dick, you just
can't help but look and wish you could taste me."
Crystal saw, too, just how wet Raven was. Raven always got wet during these
situations, though, sometimes even squirting when she climaxed from the
little "shows" she created, sometimes squirting on the face of the prisoner
if she could time it right. Crystal could tell that Raven was preparing to
squat down over his face and squirt on him, just to make her point.
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