Surprisingly No

Jameson had it pinned flat, hips pistoning, the toy’s plush cheeks flattening against the carpet with every brutal thrust. Each slam dragged a wet, filthy sound from both tunnels, its inner walls fluttering like it was still trying to decide whether to fight or surrender.

“Fuck, yeah, take it,” he growled, sweat dripping off his brow onto the silicone belly. “You’re mine now.”

The toy went perfectly still beneath him, almost too still. A heartbeat of silence.

Then every ring inside it locked down in one synchronized, vicious squeeze, tighter than anything he’d felt yet, so tight it almost hurt. Jameson’s breath hitched.

“Wait—”

The pressure built fast. He could feel it gathering deep inside, a sudden, impossible swell.

With a wet, explosive *SCHLORP*, the toy detonated its last defense.

A thick, hot jet of trapped lube blasted straight up his urethra like a water cannon fired from the depths of its pussy. The shock was instant and total: a stinging, burning pressure that shot through his cock and punched the air from his lungs.

“FUCK—!”

His hips jerked back on pure reflex, ripping himself free in one slick slide. The second his tip cleared the entrance, the toy unleashed the rest of the payload: a gushing, high-pressure rope of lube that arced across the room and slapped the far wall with a wet *splat*.

Momentum did the rest.

The toy rocketed backward out from under him like a greased torpedo, hydroplaning on its own lube tsunami. It shot across the carpet in a wild, spinning skid, cheeks over labia, leaving a glistening snail-trail three feet wide. It ricocheted off the bedframe, bounced once, and dove straight under the bed in a perfect, **** slide.

Jameson collapsed forward onto his hands and knees, cock bobbing, eyes watering, urethra still tingling from the ****.

“Motherfucker…” he wheezed, half laughing, half horrified. A fat drop of lube dripped from his slit onto the carpet.

Under the bed, the toy wedged itself against the wall, trembling, both holes clenched shut like it was holding its breath. A single drop of lube leaked from its pussy and pattered to the floor, the only sound in the sudden quiet.

Jameson wiped his eyes, chest still heaving. “Fine. Hide. I can wait.”

He crawled to the edge of the bed, peered into the darkness, and grinned.

“But when I drag you out again, we’re using the thick gel lube. No more water pistols, you hear me?”