I'm curling my back, my legs are open wide, I'm urging his tongue around me. He says I can touch his head. I grip it gently and move myself against his mouth. It makes me pulse. The muscles cramp.
I start to build and he stops, lets play a fun game. Lets play pushing things into my holes, expanding expandables, increasing the dimensions of plugs. Lets play this game until he makes me feel like I'm going to burst. I'm whimpering and in pain. His eyes gleam with satisfaction as he pushes buttons, adds air, causes me discomfort.
He finally lets me come. "You've got four minutes" he says, "Or you can't come for the next 36 hours". It's the push I need. He knows my pathetic desire for pleasure far too well. I'm desperate and the orgasm shatters it's way out. It ricochets around my body like a pin ball, deep in my cunt, the tips of my toes, ping, ping, ping, pain, pleasure. He is breathing heavily next to me with his eyes closed, absorbing the energy, the echo of my wail falls into silence. My chest rises and falls. I can hear him breathing and feel blood in my ears. it makes noise. The wind howls against the windows outside. The night sky is dark, the air is cool and sweet. Sweat pools in my palms, effluent drips from me.
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