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“Please! Stop! I came, I came! Please!” I heard you screaming in panic as the second orgasm bubbled from the head of your cock, and I showed no signs of stopping. The loud buzz of the wand kept its steady pace as you thrashed against the straps I’d used to tie you down—one around your chest, one tight over your hips, and two down your legs. My head cocked as I pushed the bulbous tip of the wand squarely into your balls, and my other hand pulled the prostate massager nearly out of your ass.
“And you’re going to cum again,” I spoke softly, feeling no need to yell over your demands. With a slow twist of my hand, I fed the prostate toy back into your clenching ass and grinned as your back bowed. “And again. And again.”
Cum Again
Your screaming pleas have turned to incoherent prayers that wouldn’t be answered. At least not anytime soon. When we began, I told you I’d use you as a toy and play with your body until I was satisfied. Just because you’ve cum twice now, and every nerve ending in your body is over-sensitive and overstimulated, it doesn’t mean I’m happy.
Wanting to drag out your torment, I pull the wand away from your balls and lick your cum from its head. Your chest rises and falls as you think I’ll provide some reprieve. Instead, I pound the prostate toy in and out of your well-used asshole. Even after cumming twice, your rock-hard cock still leaks precum for me. So, I praise you as I grip your base and test how hard you are. So fucking hard as I squeeze you. “I think there are one or two more loads for me in here. Don’t you?” I giggle as your head shakes from side to side.
Are you still begging for mercy?
Pussy.
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