MF – Page 16 – PleasureTorture

“NO!”

“Oh God… Please, sir… PLEASE!!!”

“Hold it.”

“Fuck… Oh fuck.”

“You’re making me throb inside you.”

“MMMM Yes.”

“Your pussy juices are dripping down my cock, dripping down my balls.”

“FFFFUCK… PLEASE, I’m going to cum!”

“NO. Hold it.”

“Aaaaaa… Please, please, oh God.”

Over and over she rides him, sliding her dripping wet sex up and down, clenching so tightly around his impaled cock. Such powerful, unwavering stiffness filling her, drilling her to an orgasm she desperately tries to hold back, no matter how much her body screams for it to gush forth.

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You will be the canvas to which I’ll apply every shade and stroke of pleasure.

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No matter where we go, no matter where we are…. you are mine.

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The moment your desires, your existence, your very essence, cumulates to that tender, sensitive delicacy between your thighs.

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“I want to look into your eyes while I explore you.”

Making sure you keep in mind the line down your body, that pathway, knowing where it all leads. Yet you know I’ll wait so much longer to take the next step.

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In these times of peace, the lord of this region had honed his methods of dominance in other ways. Having trained his mind and body to astonishing levels of control and endurance, he had become a living sex machine beyond any other parallel. At his whim, he would have his servants bring him a new girl freshly chosen to serve as his pleasure doll.

I want to feel you writhe as the pleasure becomes too intense…

I want to feel your hips shudder as my grip tightens…

I want to feel your thighs clench around me as you realise that I will not stop.

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She thought he’d have let her come by now, yet he had no intention of it. Feeling her hips sway up and down with the rhythm of his cruel tongue makes him want to push her way past her limits. He circles her clitoris for a minute; that slithering wet sensation tracing the very edges of her swollen button makes her scream and plead.

After a minute, he strokes it left and right over the tip of her throbbing clit ten times. The way she shudders every time he makes contact with it gives him more reason to never stop this torturous cycle.

On and on he goes… a minute of circling before ten whips of his patient tongue. She had prayed that he would have gotten tired by now, that he wouldn’t be able to keep it up for so long.

Now all she can do is cry out for mercy. He simply smirks… another minute coming up.