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spaghetti later.”
    He slammed his penis into her. She gasped as
his mouth enveloped the tip of her right breast and his fingers
pinched her left. His lips and tongue were a warm, wonderful
balance to the throbbing pain; it was all a sensation she’d never
felt before, and one she wanted more of. He fucked her with quick,
short thrusts—the kind of fucking she knew got him off quickest. As
her pussy started to tingle, she found herself wanting to feel more
than just his lips and tongue.
    Just as she began fantasizing about what it
would be like if her breast was covered in tomato sauce, her balled
nipple surrounded by spaghetti, and—most importantly—what his teeth
might feel like biting into her tasty “meatball,” he tensed and
groaned.
    Her fantasy evaporated like a burst bubble as
she worked hard to try to catch up, grinding herself against his
spurting cock as hard as she could. She’d just started feeling her
climax start when he finished, and the last of his come tricked
inside her. She pushed her breast up at him, desperately inviting
him to bite, clenching her pussy in a futile effort to hold. But he
pulled out, leaving her groaning for more.
    “Marc?!” She made no effort to hide the
frustration in her voice.
    He toweled himself off and looked knowingly
at her obviously well-used pussy. “What? You already took care of
yourself. You think I couldn’t tell?”
    They both masturbated, and they both knew it,
but they never talked about it. Mortified, Jeri felt herself
blush. She thought about asking how he could tell, but thought
better of it. He’d just managed to embarrass her into submission,
though not enough that she lost the desire to come.
    The next series of shots involved a ludicrous
looking plastic wrap box. For this grouping, Jeri stretched her
arms high, and Marc wrapped transparent wrap around her torso. The
first layer crossed her breasts, pressing them flat. Her hard
nipples threatening to poke through the thin cellophane while
pressing back into her areola. The cream-colored flesh looked
whiter against the wrap as it compressed them down.
    Marc was all business as he wrapped several
layers and then handed the fancy holder to Jeri, who held it
against her chest. After a couple of shots, Marc snatched up the
small scissors and went for a nipple, snagging the wrap just as it
appeared he was going for something more fleshy and painful. He
sliced an opening just wide enough that the pert nub of flesh poked
through. Her body heat had begun to warm her torso considerably,
and the cool air against the freed nipple felt wonderful.
    In moments, the other one poked out and Marc
went back to shooting. He seemed to enjoy that series, though, by
the time it was done, Jeri all but ducked her sweaty tits in ice
water. She considered calling for a longer break, with plans to
take better care of herself this time.
    But Marc’s boner seemed to have recovered
nicely, and his “kid in a candy shop” demeanor was back, so she
opted to let him keep playing while she went back to stealing the
occasional fingering.
    He fished a gargantuan hypodermic-looking
gadget from the box. She recognized it immediately as a turkey
baster, though this one was made of chrome and glass and was as
expensive as hell. He moved the mammoth needle closer to the
recently freed, and still pulsating, tit. As the giant needle began
pressing into her areola to one side of her nipple, Marc smiled
slightly. “Tell me when it gets dangerous, love. I want to know
just how far to go for the timer.”
    Jeri nodded silently and closed her eyes,
concentrating on the feeling of the dull needle against her flesh,
dealing with the pressure as it gradually changed to pain. The
large needle was meant for thinner skin, and it would have taken a
deliberate effort to pierce her, but she had no doubt it could
happen. Regardless, even a dull needle had its limits. When she
thought it was close to punching through, and the pain was almost
too much to