Camille concentrated, waiting in anticipation for what she was about to feel. But what she felt was something vastly beyond what she had been expecting.<br/>Her hands went down to her sex and she pushed against her lips while she let loose an involuntary scream of pleasure. The sensations she felt down there where unlike anything she had ever felt before and of an intensity she hadn't imagined possible.<br/>Being struck by lightning would be an accurate metaphor but only the kind of lightning that would reduce the Eiffel Tower to a pile of molten slag. She flopped forwards on to the bed her screams now muffled by the blankets while her juices began to flow like a wild torrent as her cunny pulsed in the way those organs have done since the dawn of mankind. Pulling on what is inside, to bring the genetic material deeper and deeper.