Instead of me cumming then and there, he stopped again. I whimpered and cried, "Please!"
Nothing was said, but he placed his hardened sex against my clit. I gasped as he pulled the clamps on my nipples and entered me.
The exhilaration of the mixture of pain and pleasure was sending me into a spinning maelstrom of passion and desire needing to be met with fire and intensity.
I knew nothing that was happening. I was merely a body experiencing raw primal sex. Each sensation of the biting clamps, each thrust, each rub against my sex formed a building flame that seared through my very core. I was swirling in a place where only sensations were present.
I screamed loudly.
YOU ARE READING
Bdsm Virgin
FantasyI've heard it all. With my name, Chance, each and every pun has made its way to my ears.
