How was the meet up with your friends?
"Oh, I am glad you asked! It was great to see all of them again! So much has been happening, we could have talked for a few more hours!"
Really? That is great. Tell me about it.
"You want to hear about it? Normally you arent so interested in it."
"Then I cant let you wait for so long, can I? So, when I first got there"
She still felt an echo of emptiness ringing through her mind that was filled by the sharp second snap.
As if she was daydreaming for a bit, she shook her head to clear it from the fog.
"Where was I? Sorry, I am not sure what happened there."
You were just about to tell me about your meet up.
"Ah, right! Thanks. So, when I first got there Ahhhhhhh fuuucckkkkk!"
It happened in an instant.
She had no idea what was happening to her right now.
One moment she felt completely normal, maybe a bit hazy, the other a tsunami of lust and pleasure crashed into her whole being.
It wasnt only her body, but her mind as well.
Every part of her is glowing in a heat that embraces her fully.
Yet it felt like she had no control at all.
As she just drifted with what she was feeling.
Her mind shut off before the amount of pleasure crashing into it.
Her fingers rushed to her clit, rubbing furiously.
Though that only gave her mind, or the last bit that was left of it, an excuse why she felt so much pleasure.
Her fingers rubbing must have been it.
It couldnt be something else between her legs.
That would be too strange.
Or she thought like that before.
Right now, she wasnt able to think at all.
She barely was able to process what was happening to her.
As she dove deep into the ecstacy of warm happiness of obeying.
Which led only to more pleasure.
Her mind is caught in a pleasure loop that just keeps on going.
So, start to tell me about your meet up.
It took a whole minute until she was able to process that.
Then her want and need to obey kicked it and she tried to talk about it.
"I fuck ahhhh gnnfffffffff what horny fuck god please fuck me ahh went there fuck ahhhh mmmmmmm ahhhhhh!"
Only that most of it were moans, paired with a few words in between.
She wasnt able to talk more coherent with her cells filled to the brim with heat.
After watching and listening to her like that for half an hour I started to stroke to her.
Half an hour later she still tried to obey and talk.
Only that her mouth was full.
Another half an hour later she was able to talk clearly again.
As another hole was filled.
At this point, even her eagerness to obey couldnt handle the pleasure she felt and she kept moaning and not telling her story.
And to be fair, it didnt matter anymore.
