tizzy

Remembering the agreement, Gunnar got her over to the bed and handed her a pillow to hang onto while grabbing her ass and beginning the stroking action. She bit the pillow as he gradually begin to wrest a grunting orgasm out of her. Soon after, though, he found her grabbing him fiercely and bouncing herself furiously up and down, savagely impaling herself over and over as she greedily rode Gunnar for one big climax right after another. For his part, Gunnar felt pleased to be of service, grabbing or slipping her ass from time to time while freely groping her gigantic sensitive juggs.

All of a sudden she seemed all worn out. Gunnar set he on the clean side, pulled out -- and let fly all over her, splattering her with thick gooey cum everywhere.

Then she seemed to wake out of a trance and bolted upright. She was in aproverbial tizzy. "Oh dear! Oh dear! Such a mess!" She pulled the messy sheets right off the bed, then raced into the bedroom and desperately tried to get all his semen off her with paper towels.

She dressed heirriedly -- and Gunnar was a bit sad to notice that her bust had already shrunk back to normal. Had she even been aware of just how massive she had grown during the fog of sex? He would have to determine that ...

"Oh dear!" She bundled up the sheets. "I'll be right back to fix up your bed."

"I look forward to that," you muse.

She takes your hint of even more sex and is deeply flustered. "Oh, oh no, I'll be back for just one minute, just one quick little minute and then I'll be right back out!" She seems panicked -- but perhaps more by her own realization of how out of control her libido has become, than any threat coming directly from you.

A woman threatened from within, more by her own lust than by the man himself -- the concept pleased Gunnar, and he awaited Gia's return.