[She loses track of time, can’t count the number of instances he’s forced her to climax. It’s impossible to focus on anything but the feeling of him inside her, using her over and over as nothing but a play thing until he reaches his limit.
But the pleasure and the praise are both so sweet. They keep her going, keep her conscious (but just barely), until he drops her to the floor once he’s done.
Top 3? That’s nowhere near good enough. She makes a low noise of disagreement, but there’s not much else from her. She has no energy. She can’t move. He’s left her a useless mess on the floor, his seed soaking into her skin and matting her hair.]
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But the pleasure and the praise are both so sweet. They keep her going, keep her conscious (but just barely), until he drops her to the floor once he’s done.
Top 3? That’s nowhere near good enough. She makes a low noise of disagreement, but there’s not much else from her. She has no energy. She can’t move. He’s left her a useless mess on the floor, his seed soaking into her skin and matting her hair.]