Jane quietly whispered her safe word, a string of obscenities which could not be mistaken. Porn “They would have sprung off but it doesn’t half sting!” Shelly commented as she unclipped the chromium nipple clamps allowing the circulation to return to Jayne’s tortured nipples. “Goo,” Jayne manage to say, “So goo,” like a baby saying “Good,” and then came the throbbing and the rush and frustration as he started to jerk yet the the condom contained his juices, the juices she needed inside her, that same rush of semen she craved to flood her, to wash away her need, to cleanse her soul and scour away the hurt, but the condom meant it never came, such promise such excitement such anticlimax.
