Her entrance gaped around my knuckles, lips pulled taut and flushed dark, inner walls rippling in frantic, useless contractions as the high-frequency tremors rattled every nerve ending at once.
Fluid sprayed out in fine, constant mist around my forearms; hot, clear jets that hit my skin and dripped in heavy lines to the floor, pooling wider with every pulse.
Her clit jerked visibly under the soaked black shorts, swollen to twice its size, the hood peeled completely back, the tiny nub dancing like it was being shocked over and over.
But... she hadn't come yet—her body was locked in torturous plateau, every muscle quivering on the brink, walls spasming desperately but never quite tipping into the rhythmic clench of release.
The overstimulation kept her hanging there, leaking endlessly, thighs shaking, breath coming in short, shattered gasps.
But I was already so close.
So...
Victory is mine… or so I thought!
"Eh?! Th-that's playing dirty!" I suddenly whined, my brows furrowing.
