<strong>Tagged:</strong>Wiggy<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Rusty Mullet<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The cameras, screaming and moaning did not bother him, nor distract him. In all fairness, one type of moaning did bother him; Wiggy’s. The woman wasn’t moaning hard enough, still had the gall to be able to properly communicate with him. Pull out in time? He had every intention of doing so from the start, yet now he was forced to be ‘creative’ in his ending.<br/><br/>He felt her resistance, her body tensing up. He knew she was close, so deliciously close. He was going to enjoy this, very much. He was a piston then, one slamming back and forth, unrelenting. He actually wanted her to break a hip, knowing it would be quite a tale to tell in the future. He felt her suddenly spasm, fluids discharging and her whole body tensing up. Her climax felt great, a dozen times more pleasurable than before. She was throbbing violently, massaging him and hugging him tightly. He knew she had just brought him so much more closer. The last bit would no doubt come soon enough. He bit his own lip so hard he could taste blood. He had to hang on, just one more minute.<br/><br/>His balls were aching, cock throbbing. He thought he could feel every joint in his body protesting. Just giving in was too easy. He was going to show this technician what real hardware could do. Her climax would no doubt continue, seeing as he wasn’t giving her a second to catch her breath or relax. He slammed again, and again, and again inside of her. Finally he lost it, his whole manhood suddenly swelling up to achieve an even bigger state of being. He licked his bloody lip as he pulled out from her, letting it actually ‘pop’ free.<br/><br/>He would do as she asked off him. He aimed his manhood and let lose the first two shots of his essence, thick amounts now landing on her back and rear, marking her as his. Pulling out had been achieved! He was a man of honour, respecting his partners. She had said nothing about sliding it back inside of her. So, without any remorse or guilt, he buried himself completely inside of her. His vision was blurry due to all the cameras, people wanting to capture the ‘Finnish’ of this little race. He was embedded as deeply inside of her as was possible, tip ejecting hot fertile seed with each passing second. He was throbbing violently and roaring out in pleasure, hands holding her body pinned down so she would take all of it whether she liked it or not.<br/><br/>When he was done he simple removed himself from her and grabbed a piece of cloth that was lying on the bar, cleaning his manhood with it. A sip of his beer later, redressing and a gentle pad on the girls shoulder and he was done. He glanced in the direction of the camera as he grabbed the remaining three bottles with his left hand. He was going to do what his handler was always begging him to do. One might see this as a present of sorts. No doubt she would find some sort of perversion in this. Women!<br/><br/>“Alright, the one who pays my tab gets to have an interview.”<br/><br/>He heard commotion and people rushing towards the bartender while he padded Wiggy one last time and made his way out of the bar. The minute he left she could have a moment of privacy, or as much as one could get in such a position.<br/>