OKAY I'M SORRY

With a deep breath, you reach forward, and touch the front of her crotch with your first finger. Before you even have time to get a proper hold, let alone start to apply **** and lift her, she starts cumming! Oh, god, she's cumming all over!

The Bombardier's body spasms and jerks all around at your touch, spraying her juices all over your hands, your own panties, and the ring that earned her the prestigious position which she holds. She throws her head back even further than before and lets out a powerful howl. She's still cumming!! How is this even possible? Her blasts have enough power that nowhere in the ring is safe!

Her howls are broken by attempts at speech as her orgasm's spray calms down a little bit (the flecks stop reaching your face), but she never once stops cumming as she starts to slowly roll her hips and rub back and forth over your own crotch. {if@ Orgasms<1}Hey, what's this feeling..~{else}Uh oh, you've felt like this before..~{endif}

"ohmigod... ohmigod this is so- hngh!" She shivers and jerks upright as an extra splash of cum sprays out from her. "This is so- disgraceful..."

You tend to agree! Well, if one touch was enough to set her off like this, then the only way you can stop it is by getting her off (of you). Which means you'll have to...

*gulp*

Without any further pause, you shove both hands directly onto the crotch of her purple panties, now several shades darker than they were to begin with and absolutely stuffed full of moisture. You ignore her screams of pleasure and close your eyes to deflect the sprays of her juices as you put all of your strength into it- you have to lift her off of you! Another spray launches out and covers the excess bosom seeping out from your pink sports bra. What's with this lady?! She's like a sprinkler!

{if@ Strength<3}Well, you're still pretty weak... but luckily,{else}Well, as it turns out,{endif} you don't actually need to lift her. The **** of you pushing up on her crotch at all, and more importantly the **** of her orgasms, are enough for her to fall backwards and off of you. You quickly scramble to your feet, and stare in disbelief at the sight before you.

The Bombardier is lying on her back, both hands over her crotch as if in deep pain and both knees raised up to her chest, rolling back and fourth on the ground as she continues cumming! Either this lady has something going on, or you've just got the magic touch.

"Jus'- ah, jus' wanted to try- *OOH FUCK*... jus' wan'ed... this isn't happening..." She really can't believe it. She was expecting a hard fight, but- not this! Not cumming uncontrollably, nearly to the point of unconsciousness, in front of the entire city!

Her degrading ramblings continue on for a little bit longer. Eventually, the cumming calms down and she comes to rest on her left side, panting heavily, only a faint trickle out of the side of her panties remains. You and the audience are all silent as you watch her slowly stretch out her legs and roll onto her back, looking up at the ceiling.

"God...." She says, idly and barely awake, her head slowly rolling from side to side.