Holding her little man in one hand, she stepped into the tub and sat down.
"We're going to play a game: we're going to act out a scene from one of my favorite movies. Do you know what that is?"
He shook his head no, but that didn't mean he didn't know what sort of scene would be acted out. Bath or no bath, he would be getting very wet very soon.
"It has such a great title for our game, too: 'Dr. Strangelove, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb.' And this," she continued as she reached down outside the tub and picked up a dildo several times bigger than his own body, "is the Bomb."
"You'll be Slim Pickens' character. He rides the bomb down from the plane till it explodes." She placed him on the dildo so he straddled it, and promptly lowering both her toys down to her pussy, she began shoving them into herself.
"I'll be the explosion."
While the little man found it difficult to stay in character during the repeated and forceful insertions into her steaming pussy, his mistress was able to play her part perfectly. With one last push of the Bomb and its passenger into her vagina, her muscles clamped down on her toys in the throes of orgasm.
Her cum shot through her cunt, flooding her little man as he was jammed between clear plastic and pink flesh. It flowed around him and out her slit, the pressure caused by her occupied tunnel making it squirt out farther than normal.
She drew the dildo out of herself, but the little man had slipped off in her pussy. She laughed.
"Are you staying in my mine shaft 'cause you're worried about the radiation outside? I think there's a scene about repopulating the earth in mine shafts. Let's act out that one now."
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