Every day, the pressure got worse. Every day, it pulsed a little larger. And Fritz was reduced to asking a friend for help. With a twinkle in her eye, she saw a chance to make him even MORE desperate!
"Should we be making him cum again and again, when he has the big game tomorrow?" "I don't give a fuck about the game. If he does, then HE can keep his cum on a leash. C'mon, boy, we can't MAKE you lose another gigantic load, can we?"
