It's been an horrendous hour or so for you and you are only just getting your bearings, not to mention a large portion of your sanity back again. You are currently struggling to find an upright position where you can just stand and catch your breath. It's not easy because you are deep inside Michelle's snatch, practically up against her cervix.. and you are now totally swamped by a large deposit of sperm which is making it difficult to move. You manage to catch sight of the retreating [lipstick stained!! ] penis which has just emptied it's load, and as it exits, it creates a suction which draws some of the gooey junk away from you, Slipping initially, you manage to scramble into an upright position, and it's at this moment that Michelle decides to turn the lights right up insides her snatch for you, as if to say that the "show" is over..."please gather your belongings and leave by the nearest exit..."
"If only that were the case" you think angrily.
But you know that where Michelle is concerned, the show is never really over. From what you can hear outside your vaginal prison, Michelle and Brett are now just winding down in their own post-coital afterglow, catching their own breath and in Michelle's case, lighting up a cigarette. You're not entirely sure, but you think that Michelle has just been screwed on the sofa, rather than in a bed. All you had to go on was your own interpretation of the noises that surrounded you as things were heating up with her and Brett. You hadn't needed to see Brett's lipstick stained cock in retreat to know that Michelle had blown him first however. You could tell that much from Brett's moans and Michelle's enthusiastic slurps, not to mention the internal wetness deep within her love-hole.
It had been at that point that you had cried out to Michelle, screaming and banging your fists on her cervix...literally begging her not to take this any further whilst you were inside her cunt. Unfortunately for you however, not only had Michelle heard you and "tuned-in" to your screams and pleas, she had actually started talking back to you telepathically as she munched on Brett's huge cock.
In a last gap attempt to talk Michelle out of the inevitable, you thought you had at least convinced her to make Brett wear a condom. By that late stage, it was damage limitation as far as you were concerned.
But no.
All you heard was Michelle's cruel laughter as a totally UN-sheathed penis bored upwards into her slit and hove into view. You envisaged her just laying back with her legs spread wide, getting ready to enjoy a deep pounding, knowing full well that you were going to be on the business end of it.
Back to the present, and here you now are....slithering your way around within the cum-dump that is Michelle's vagina. Utterly humiliated and emasculated. Coated in spunk. Imprisoned in the epicentre of her random fuck.
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