It’s the creepiest sensation ever, the living definition of ‘anticlimactic’.
Unexpended primal energy trapped within me makes me toss my groaning head and writhe against my shackles. So much hotly pulsing excitement ready to peak is only slowly leeched away, feeling like lifeblood leaking from a wound as it goes. Finally the testosterone draining stops, leaving me lying there in a whimpering and confused lassitude. I’m empty all right: the contents of my balls are now pooled in Amy’s white-gloved palm. What the f**k just happened?
“That’s called a ruined orgasm, slut-boy. After all, there’s more than one way to drain a disobedient she-male. Just as there are endless ways to f**k one as well.
“I’m still taking my time enjoying doing you from behind. The day you get to look me in the face
