>>20005385"Y-You're bending it, y-y'know.." you squeak out, unable to endure the overwhelming about of pain she has on you. Part of it feels good though. You can chock that up to what may or may not be a minor piece of masochism lodged in your brain.
Serena looks up from nuzzling your chest, "I know,
I want to bend it.~ I don't care who finds out, I can't control this feeling..~" she admits, then falls into a trance of seductively cooing your name.
"Uh, w-what kind of feeling?"
"The feeling of being plowed inside,~"A) "Aww shit, it was the milk wasn't it? I should have listened to the optometrist when he told me I had bad hindsight,"
B) "B-But that's lewd!"
C) Admit that you are not a Nate and thus don't know what to do from this point onward.
