Chapter 82

"Let's see if we can do better than good."

Fingers still assault my clit, but the palm shifts. Flat against my belly, it presses hard, but behind me, my Master moves, grinding in, rotating his hips, the exquisite hardness of his penis corkscrewing into my G-spot. Robbed of my voice, I can only gasp and whimper and shudder.

The Rush is coming. The shimmer inside. The pressure like no other. Welling up from somewhere deep. Like heat. Like electricity. Like tension. It radiates from my core, swirling out, winding and twisting as my Master winds and twists his body into mine.

The heat soars. The electricity sparks and fizzes. The tension hums like ropes vibrating in the wind.

My climax mushrooms, then skyrockets, then starbursts.

My body tries to break free, tries to buck and spasm, but the grip around me tightens, and the relentless winding pressure inside me only surges. Harder. Faster. More powerful.

Pulse upon ecstatic pulse undulates through me, taking my mind and my sight with it.

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