It is this city that pulled you, whimpering, from my arms last night, girl? That had you shrinking from my touch in your sleep?" Her fingers brush lig...htly against his cheek, caressing away the frown lines that mar his features. "You know better, as do I, as I freely admit, Master Ruan." Her gaze pinned to his in her earnestness. "Paris, her people, there is an edge to her, a cruel passion that is much more prevalent than any other city we attend. London, Lisbon, Berlin, Naples, Sydney, none of. But that was just fooling around. After I did my audition, though, the choral director called me over to one side."I must tell you first, we cannot use you in chorus," he told me flatly. "You are too much, too strong. But." He held up his hand palm outwards as I started to turn away. "If you will study, if you will learn, there is a thing we do later, at commencement. It is opera, Lucia di Lammer­moor. Do you know it?" I shook my head no. "Never mind. We have wonderful soprano, it is for her we. “Push out and relax,” you instruct.I follow your words exactly and you slowly press further and further until my ass encircles the base. Quickly you are inside of me again, flowing in and out, mirroring the pull of the waves in front of us. For a moment, I wonder if you are using them as a guide. I feel you tickling the base of the plug to match your hips’ movements. The feeling is too much, and my release builds to dangerous levels. Feeling my pulses, you replace the plug with your cock. . As wet as she is, she'll never take you easily. Your mind drifts for a moment to nine months from now. Little Stephanie will be lying in much the same position, huge and sweating and crying tears of pain and joy as she pushes your child out into the world. The thought inflames you. You must take every inch of this girl, her comfort be damned. You ram forward again, her cries are music to your ears as you force her to take another inch. She'll be yours forever after this. Another thrust. Another.