TW Somnophilia; The multitudes of mind-shattering orgasms really does get to you. Your consciousness slipping between the cracks of your fingers as the only sensation you can recall is the numbing throb of your cunt as Sir Kei continues to thrust in and out of you. Once your consciousness leaves you and you're limp in his arms. God, does he go feral. Of course, his precious little slut could only handle so much of his cock. That's right, you're *his* slut, so you can take him even unconscious.
I missed you, Tsukki Thirst Anon. I am here once again to experience meandom!sir kei.
Just imagine: You ask Sir Kei to, "Please use me, I want you to use me like a fuckdoll, sir," and who is Sir Kei to deprive his little slut what she's begging for, right?
Being dumbified with the amount of mind-shattering orgasms can only last for enough times until you're truly falling apart in Sir Kei's arms. With your every slip in and out of consciousness is the pleasurable sensation of his cock sliding in and out of you, your moans are more breathy exhales, eyes heavy as you look up at Sir Kei with his relentless pounding and the only thing you can feel, hear, or even make sense of is exactly that. Just the way you're being fucked with little to no mercy and you love it. You revel in each second of it.
and fuck, does Sir Kei love the way you—his soft little slut—go limp and unresponsive, he loves the way your wet little cunny tighten around him further through it, sucking him in that it becomes a little bit more harder to move and continue his brutal pace.
You did tell him to use you like a fuckdoll, though. Don't worry, princess, Sir Kei will do exactly just that.
