Totally crazy

Looking at Sunshine, Gunnar got the impression that any concern with lap dancing fled directly from her mind.

"Ohhh!' she commented. "Lightnyn and Thundah and I always pushed ourselves, with bigger and bigger dildoes ... but even with all that ... " Gunnar was not sure what she was babbling about, but he could see her licking her lips. "Forget the dance -- I need to take care of this!" So saying, she pushed her cleavage forward, enveloping his shaft deeper into it, and began to slather her tongue over his hard purple knob of glans like a giant lollipop. "Oh, fuck ... oh, fuck ... I NEED this!" she groaned.

Gunnar felt pretty well taken care of already. Sunshine was from beyond his dreams, and this "lap dance" was more than he would ever expect in a millennium. Yet as Sunshine frantically bobbed her head and slid her mouth all up and down and over his absurdly overgrown erection, it took her only seconds to push herself to a whole new plateau of sexual frustration. She broke away.

"Oh God, I've just GOT to FUCK it!" she whispered hotly.

Gunnar was impressed as she did just that, easily slipping her thong aside to impale her shiny gooey snatch on his pole. He was relieved that she got him in which relative ease, as compared to some of the cramming and straining back at the Butcher Agency, and happily accepted his whole head -- and both his open hands -- getting overwhelmed by her cheerfully bobbing giant juggs. He also felt gratified to hear her immediately start crashing into one orgasm after another -- though she strangled their shouts as quietly as possible, because of the chaperone outside.