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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.”