"No, no, no! Stop please, it is too much, please stop!"
She was begging me to make it stop.
The pleasure that grew inside her body has just gotten more and more.
All while her hand and fingers kept rubbing and stimulating her.
Why would I make it stop? Werent you the one that wanted to have no control?
"Yes! But not like that! Please! it is too much pleasure! I.. I... my mind... cant handle that!"
Her eyes rolled back as another edge washes over her.
Leaving her a bit more exhausted and aroused than ever before.
All while it just kept going.
Her fingers didnt even stop once to give her a break.
She felt like she could cum for half the time.
No matter how hard she is rubbing, how much she dives into any sexual fantasy just to get this extra bit of lust and arousal to go over the edge.
As if her orgasms were locked in some way.
If that werent the case, she wouldnt have lasted so long without cumming.
Heck, she wouldnt even have lasted the first hour.
But now she just couldnt.
And so her hands continued their skillfull practice of bringing her edge after edge after edge.
As the next one was building up, she tried to stand up, tried to distance herself from the pleasure.
A bit like when a cat has something stuck on her hand and walks backwards to get rid of it, only that it never works.
Standing up, walking backwards, trying to get her hand away from her sore and engorged clit.
She really had no control anymore.
She couldnt do anything but experience it with its full force.
"Pleaseee.... aahhhhh fuck fuck fuck fuck... ahhhh pleaseee!!"
It looks like your mind wont hold that much longer. Just a bit more.
The helplessness in that situation, unable to escape while she feels too much pleasure for her brain, knowing she wont escape, adds to her struggle.
Her eyes rolling back as far as possible as the next edge rushes into her.
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