The humiliation was absolute.
Valentina was caught in the cruelest paradox a human could experience: her mind was weeping with shame and exhaustion, begging for the involuntary pleasure to stop, while her pussy was responding to the telekinetic shockwaves like a traitorous, oversensitive animal.
The thought that she was "squirted" and "cumming" against her own will and that she couldn't control her most private, shameful reaction made her burst into hot, messy tears.
Her head rolled from side to side, the tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, dripping onto the space between her levitating thighs where the pinkish, bloody cum was already dripping onto the rumpled bedsheets.
'I don't want to cum... please stop making me cum!'
'It's humiliating... I feel so filthy... I can't control myself!' her mind wailed, the thought punctuated by a hiccuping sob. 'Why won't it stop?'
'My body won't obey me; it just keeps squirting and convulsing!'
