Before long, that stumble turned into a run. Did not know where I was running, but as long as it was away, I didn’t care. Facing him, I straddled his hips, and faced a decision, where in the hell do I put him. It was right on the verge when I began to fear for bodily harm when it slowly popped in, and blessed sweet relief coursed through me now that it wasn’t trying to rip my ass apart. Grabbing ahold of my hips, he forced the knot back out of me, and started bouncing me hard upon him, all the while, the knot continued swelling. All I know is when I was finished, I was lying on my side in a rapidly cooling lake of semen, my stomach swollen to the point I looked like I was pregnant and screaming a warning that it would be violently ejecting it’s contents soon, and a stiff and sore jaw.
