I can feel the tendrils of an orgasm starting to gather low in my belly. That new but already-familiar tightening. My n*****s perk up, my breathing intensifies, and I find myself straining at my bonds. I start to flutter my eyes unconsciously and rise up toward his teasing hands.
I’m close—I just need a little teensy bit more. More pressure, friction, anything.
He gives it to me… sort of. Two fingers slide inside while his other hand keeps working my sensitive spot.
Yes. Yes. Oh, yes, I’m so close, I’m going to c*m, and this fun little game has all been worth it, I haven’t lost him, nothing is wrong, he just wanted to show me something new, and here it is, here it is, here it—
Lukas’s hands are gone suddenly, and he’s standing, and retreating. My p***y spasms around nothing. The orgas
