Jasmine with a guilty filthy shameless pleasure so great she almost felt her heart would break out of her chest, Jasmine screamed and screamed and screamed as she came in great torrents, squirting her cunt juices on the cucumber, drenching her raping hands that held the long slim vegetable, drenching her thighs, dribbling to her gaand, drenching the floor like a broken dam…

Jasmine wheezed and gasped, like she’d just resurfaced after nearly drowning. Her hands dropped away, but the cucumber stayed inside her, it's green stalk protruding from her clapping and unclasping cunt. She had lost all sense of time and place, so overcome she was by her orgasmic fury. She stared straight ahead, at the cabinet before her, breathing through her mouth, trying to catch her breath after the furious fuck storm she had unleashed upon herself.