kayden kross – PleasureTorture

How much our bodies entice us, when just those little pieces of fabric are the only thing coming between what we want to do to one another.

I don’t want to devour your pussy just to make you come right now, I do it so that it’s what you think of every time your mind wanders, every time you daydream and fantasize. Day after day, night after night, never leaving your thoughts.

His fingers tantalise you while his mouth presses to that most sensitive little part of your neck. Every time you masturbate, this is what you dream of feeling. Though it isn’t what you feel against your skin that has your hips rocking the most. Hearing him tell you how much he wants to be deep within that softness, how he’ll fuck every orgasm out of your body until you can no longer take it, how your pleasure is entirely in his control, that’s what has kept you so dripping wet in the place that his fingers threaten to penetrate.

I love the way your fingers clench when you get just a little too sensitive, when it gets a little too much to take.

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Sybian

How does it feel? I cannot imagine the sensation of having a Sybian vibrator devastating your sex so intensely, such a brutal machine with complete mechanical indifference to the sensitivities of your delicate pussy.

Another orgasm? It must be drilling against your clitoris, shuddering through your entire body; though you are doing well, just five minutes left to go, don’t give up now.

That look of pained ecstasy – pure perfection!

Oh! Have you had enough?

Poor thing, you were so close. You only had to last a few more minutes, and it would have been over. I’d have let you off. Oh well, it looks like we’ll be getting the leg restraints out. If you thought that was intense before, think how it will feel now, being strapped to it and unable to pull away. In a minute, you’ll be wishing you had endured for those last few minutes – time for you to experience true orgasmic torture.

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“Keep your body spread open for me. I know exactly how every sensation feels; the little stabs of pleasure every time my fingers slide over your clit, the jolt that streams through your spine with every slap to your pussy, the throb of your convulsing hole as my fingers get so close to entering you. I know just how it feels and just what you want… it means that I also know just how to keep pushing you further.”

Naked, defenceless, teased to a frenzy… succumb to the sweet surrender.

At first, you’ll take it. You’ll relent to the desire erupting from your sex right now. Every trail of thought had led to this moment, your hips rising as you are carried off into a wave of intoxicating bliss. Overcome by pleasure as if being lost in a dream.

Suddenly you will be ripped back into the world once more, his world, when you feel that burning sensitivity quiver beneath his tongue, within his mouth. Your body tries to fight it, to repel the addictive, cascading torture being heaped upon it, but your mind knows it is useless; you are his. The shackles deny you the mildest chance to protect your throbbing pussy. The torment you feel now is nothing compared to the knowledge that you are helpless, defenceless to stop the unrelenting feast of your epicentre for as long as your consciousness can withstand.

You give in to the torrent of pleasure that floods through you; you are nothing more than his orgasm doll. Every twitch, every shudder, every convulsion of pleasure drives you deeper into the realms of wonderful agony that you are buried in.

You won’t break the cuffs. You won’t crawl away. You won’t be given a rest.

You will simply come.

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When those fingers command your over-sensitive sex, every single word and whisper seems to possess you. Even when your body takes over and your legs close on their own, you know they will open up no matter how intense it feels… that is when you know that you have completely succumbed.

The pure beauty of the mechanics of sex, the wondrous little differences… knowing that while I get harder, you get softer.

Close enough to sense what the sounds you make convey.

Close enough to feel what your body signals.

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