That pain in fact is the only thing that keeps me from coming. Whatever drives the SM set has always been beyond me – though perhaps for not much longer. Watching those bulbous breasts bounce is a turn-on like I’ve never encountered. And as before, even my terror seems a goad to my lust. After an incredible interval measured only by my accelerating heartbeat and those manically metronymic thrusts, I feel my excitement overpowering me at last. But before I can explode and end this in who knows what horribly detrimental way, my possessor changes tactics. Though even more painful, pleasurable, and terrifying than before, the change shocks me back from the brink.
Razor talons are wrenched from my ass, and the being using me suddenly drops forward. Then those powerful arms are propped above me
