'Deposit 1 of 3 completed' was barely decipherable on the log from this distance, Tess straining to read it.
"s**t!" She squealed, resuming her futile fighting of the restraints and lamenting herself for taking such a dumb risk. In trying to outwit the machine, she had only made things ten times worse. However bad it might have been to explain to her friend that she had been forced to get her brother off a few times, or gulp down his load, it would be significantly worse to now navigate the perils of him inseminating her over-and-over.
Conversely, Cal was reeling from one of the best f***s he'd had in his life, the machine capable of such perfect precision. The ministrations of her pleasure were out of his control, and thus no cause for distraction. Presented with one imaginative obsceni
