"Fuck me!"

"Fuck me!" you gasp. It's inevitable, you're trapped and helpless, and you're not getting away until you've at least made a token effort at impregnating one of these girls - although after the amount you've shot already today, you kind of doubt that there's a single sperm left in your sack.

"Oooh, that'd be nice," says Pippa, slowly grinding against you, rubbing your sore and throbbing cock between your bodies, against the sodden fabric of her panties, "Buuuuut... I dunno. You're so much fun to tease, and you don't want the show to be over so quickly, surely? Do you really want to disappoint your audience?"

A low wave of laughter comes from the shadows and Pippa leans back, hands behind her head, posing and grinning, looking all calm and easy. The firelight shines off of her glasses - plain white oblongs, you can't see her eyes at all.

She begins to grind against you herself from side to side, rubbing and rubbing.

"How about you convince me you deserve it?"