Looking down she realises that dropping seven feet in five inch heels onto those two huge gnarled brown boulders is likely to lead to hospitalisation. But she doesn’t want a dip in the pond either (for some reason she thinks its best to stay clear of ponds and lakes in BE adventures). However, a bit of jiggling up and down ought to stiffen the twelve foot penis and allow her to cling on.
”Look, boys,” she says to the shoes, “I’m just doing this for self preservation” and she starts to bounce up and down rubbing her huge tits against the most sensitive part of the penis.
The shoes let out a cheer of derision. “That’s what they all say and don’t tell us you’re not enjoying it.” Sharon goes red but says nothing because she would have to admit that the friction of that vertical ridge against her clitoris is turning her on bigtime. Just as she is just starting to worry whether she could keep her hold through an orgasm that problem is solved by a premature ejaculation on the part of the penis.
Sharon clings on desperately through several violent spasms and is drenched in white goo for her pains. The shoes cheer wildly.
Nor are her troubles over, for as the penis wilts, her weight pulls it over the pond and finally and predictably she topples in.
Thu Jun 17 00:33:30 1999
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