Whimper and close your eyes

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The misshapen lump of your trouser-mangled penis is too terrible to bear. You whimper and close your eyes.

"I think I've found a problem. It's his... penis." Something in her tone makes you look up again. She seems to be listening, and as she listens, her eyes meeting yours expressionlessly, her hand comes up slowly, and then gently comes down between your legs. Something catches in your throat at the touch and your mouth drops open. "I shouldn't? Are you sure? Well, it's pretty... swollen... down there. Right. I dunno, I asked him and he didn't say."

She leans toward you a little and says, "He wants me to check if you have any internal injuries." Her eyes are still on yours, something deeply exciting about the lack of expression. "Just a sec," she says to the phone. She puts it down on the pavement, and gets her hands on either side of your hips, and then swings one leg over. She's straddling you, holding herself a little above your aching groin. You can see up her dress. Her panties are a triangle of white nestling in the shade between her legs.

She picks up the phone again. "Okay, what do I do?" She says okay and yeah several times as she moves her hands around your belly and sides, pressing, which you barely notice because she also lowers herself onto your cock. She starts a little rhythm, pressing gently, then firmly. Her breasts bouncing, a clear, tiny twist of mischief and fucklust crosses her mouth.

"You like that, my little lost duck?" she whispers, adding, "Feels like little lost duck has got a big dick." You see stars. "No," she says, "he doesn't seem to be in any pain. Nothing obvious. What? Okay." She holds the phone up to your face. "The paramedic wants to talk to you."

As she says that she squeezes down on and around your cock with her pelvis and you start coming. "Hello? Sir? Can you hear me?" You whimper yes before emitting a weird, babbling come-moan, your pants filling with cloying, well-simmered cream of protein soup. "Whoa!" says the phone.

You clearly aren't going to talk like a person, and the redhead takes the phone back. "Hello. I don't know, I put the phone by his ear and he kind of freaked out." She pauses and then says, "I don't think he's really in pain. I think it's because he has a phone phobia." She's still squeezing her thighs against your molten loins, milking you. She says to you, "He doesn't think I should move you. But I think you might be feeling better in a minute. What do you think, you wanna wait for the ambulance? Or do you think you can move on your own?"

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Level 1
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