My ass is convulsing with a ferocious, electric hunger that surges through every fiber like jagged lightning bolts, the skin stretched taut and hypersensitive, prickling with goosebumps that rise like tiny peaks under an invisible torrent of needles, aching desperately for the brutal, unrelenting onslaught—the savage, ear-splitting crack of the whip ripping through the humid air like a thunderclap before it slashes deep into my quivering, sweat-slicked flesh, carving vicious, raised welts that pulse and swell with a scorching, white-hot inferno that radiates outward like rivers of molten lava searing beneath the surface, each throb sending shockwaves of exquisite agony that make my muscles clench and spasm involuntarily. The sharp, acrid bite of sweat stings my eyes and clings to my pores, mingling with the thick, musky haze of my own desperate arousal as my pathetic cock, engorged and veined like twisted ropes, hammers against its prison with a relentless, pounding rhythm synced to my erratic heartbeat, leaking copious, viscous rivers of precum that ooze out in hot, slippery strands, coating my thighs in a sticky, cooling glaze that dribbles down in teasing trails, soaking the fabric and heightening the humiliating friction all damn evening. My mind spirals in a vortex of tormenting visions: being hurled face-first between your unyielding, satin-smooth thighs, the crushing heat of your skin enveloping me like a scorching vise grip, the intoxicating, primal rush of your sacred nectar—velvety and warm, tangy-sweet with a salty undercurrent, thick and viscous like honeyed ambrosia—assaulting my senses as I’m compelled to ravage it with feral hunger, my tongue delving into the slick, pulsating folds that yield and contract around it, the texture silky yet ridged, flooding my mouth with waves of your essence that coat my tongue in a creamy film, dripping in heavy rivulets down my chin and neck, forcing me to swallow convulsively as I lap and suck with frenzied desperation like the utterly worthless, debased slave I am, my lips bruised and swollen from the pressure, my throat raw and burning from the choking deluge, eyes streaming with hot tears that mix with the salty overflow, every gasp muffled against your flesh as I writhe and beg through the smothering ecstasy for even more merciless, soul-shattering agony to devour me whole.
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