I love being over stimulated by my butch. The first almost-rushed orgasm because he's been teasing me all day, the immediate "oh-god-oh-shit-oh-" as he doesn't stop touching me. Licking my clit and grabbing my hips so I can't get away.
The second-third-foruth orgasm until maybe I'm cumming or maybe I'm not or maybe I never stopped or maybe I can't again but God it feels so good. Whining because I stopped moaning who knows how long ago. Him petting my thighs when he gives me one last wet kiss to my cunt because I don't like when he goes far from me when my minds not here anymore.
I see a lot about man handling, but not enough about moving because he said so. Because I want to be good. Even cum-drunk and stupid he says turn over and like a newborn deer I get my legs under me somehow, as impossible as it. Because he said to. Because he wants it.
Being facedown and ass up while he growls about how pretty my pussy is. Him grabbing my favorite vibrator and making me cum again-again-again. Crying "daddy please I already came please I can't--" he doesn't care. He knows I came already, he's playing with his toy, and he'll be done when he wants to be done.
Getting lost in the pleasure of it, tired and strung out, maybe passed out, maybe so deep in subspace I may as well be, maybe so cum-drunk it doesn't matter. Flexing my hips down or up, it gets hard to tell. I don't know if I want more or less. No longer worrying about if I'm gonna cum or if I even can anymore.
At some point it starts to build up again. My breathing picks up, my hips moving more. I don't think I've cum in a while, just whined and drooled and felt good. I think my Butch knows before I do, petting my hips and my thighs and my back while I cry. The overwhelming peak of it, the stark contrast between floating in the pleasure and being forced to endure it. The way he immediately knows I'm done-done. Pulls my toy away, gentles his fingers out of my cunt, kisses my hips and drowns me in praise.
The way he gently cleans me up, I know he asks me questions, and he knows I won't respond. He successfully turned my mind off, all he's gonna get out me are whines ans grabby hands because I want cuddles. The come down while I lay on his chest, the chest of a Butch, of my Butch, soft and loving, tobacco and sandlewood, the only thing in the world I care about in that moment.
I love every single part of it.













