Again and again my balls clench and my hips jerk involuntarily as my body tries to ejaculate. Yet always this is prevented by that tightly knotted rope, making me sob and sweat and score my wrists raw on the chains restraining me. Already a smear of glistening seminal fluid covers the tip of my glans, the same sweet pre-come I’ve tasted leaking from so many other c***s shortly before they start spurting into me. There will be no such spurting for me, at least not until I’ve succumbed to complete insanity. So it’s almost a relief when smug and spiteful Morgan takes over tormenting me. She at least will give me a brief surcease from unbearable s****l pleasure and unrelenting carnal pressure…
Indeed: she pulps my balls in the crushing grip of a fist while giving my poor prick a vicious belt-
