Sophia was becoming frantic now, she was breathing deep and groaning, needed, and desperate to do it. It took too damn long, hurtful long.<br/><br/>Ahhhheeeee Oh God… Oh god… it’s coming,” desperate announced.<br/><br/>Then a shot slapped into Mistress’s forehead and another to her lips, the third to her chin.<br/><br/>Sophia screamed her mad rejoicing. It was all she could do.<br/><br/>Four more weak pumps into the breasts cavity and chest was all she had left. The man’s glory is always shot, a dismay for Sophia something she envied in true women  was their unending orgasms<br/><br/>