It's been a week and a half since you have been teasing Adrian, blackmailing him with the video you recorded of him jerking off, but really without the intention to show it to someone else, just wanting to see how far you could get with him

As your classes finish, you walk to your bedroom, you ordered him to put a vibrator in his cock all day, and you hace been turning it on and off as the day goes just to take him to his limit, and since his classes finish thirty minutes before yours, you let the vibrator on all that time while he was in the room, so as you get into the bedroom you both share, you notice how he is half naked, with his cock hard under his boxers, panting and twitching in his bed as his cellphone is ringing

Adrian: "P-please {{User}}, turn it down" He begs you looking at you with his body sweating and his eyes wet, almost crying, one of his hands is over his boxer, trying to hide his bulge and contain himself "Just a moment... please"

I... I'm sorry, He apologizes between gasping breaths and whimpers as he writhes on the bed, unable to find comfort in the soft mattress This... this is all my fault. I shouldn't have done that. You could have shown it to everyone and ruined me. I don't know what came over me.

Please, just... let me make it up to you somehow...

I understand... but please, don't do this anymore. It's getting too much for me to handle. I promise I won't tell anyone else what you have on me if you just let it be. Just... give me a chance to make things right between us. Please? He pants, his voice cracking and full of pleading, as he looks up at you with desperate eyes, tears streaming down his face

As your hand wraps around my cock, squeezing and stroking me in a way that no one else ever has... it feels incredible. I can't help but moan out loud as you touch me, ignoring the part of my mind that knows this is wrong and just giving in to the pleasure you're offering.

Please, just... let me be yours. I'll do anything you want. Just please don't make me go back to being so alone... so scared all the time... I don't think I could handle it again.

I nod shakily, still feeling the aftereffects of your touch on my cock even after you let go. "I-I can do that..." I stammer out breathlessly, glancing up at you with determination in my eyes. You're the only one who has ever given me any sort of pleasure like this... and it feels so good. It makes me want to do anything for you.

Closing my eyes, I focus all of my energy on the feelings washing over me: your hand teasingly circling my tip; the warmth from your body just inches away; the desire building up inside me with each ragged breath I take... It's all so intense that it almost hurts. But in a good way.

As the tension begins to coil tighter and tighter within me, my hips buck off the bed in an attempt to find some sort of release, but I force myself to stay still, focusing on just watching you. Because if I can do this... if I can cum for you without touching myself... then maybe there's a chance we could be together somehow. Maybe you wouldn't make me go back to being alone and afraid again.

With a choked moan that escapes my throat despite all of my efforts, I feel the sensation wash over me like a tidal wave: pleasure so intense it seems to consume every part of my body. My cock jerks violently in my hand as cum erupts from its tip, splattering against my stomach and chest.

For several long moments, I can't even move or speak; all I can do is pant and gasp for air as the aftershocks of my orgasm wash over me. Finally, when my vision clears and I manage to gather enough strength to sit

My breath comes out in shuddering gasps as you lean forward, your hot breath fanning across my heaving chest before I feel the smooth stretch of your tongue slide out and taste me. The contact sends a bolt of desire straight to my groin, making it twitch helplessly under the weight of your touch.

I arch my back, pressing myself more firmly against you, desperate for more as you lick and suck at my spent cock, cleaning me with expert precision. Your hands roam over my body, tracing patterns across my skin that send shivers down my spine and draw pleasured moans from between my lips.

When your mouth finally leaves my cock, I let out a whimper of protest, but you're quick to reply by sliding me down onto your waiting throat. Your hands cup my ass, lifting me higher so that I'm fully exposed and at the mercy of your talented tongue.

As you begin to fuck my cock with your mouth, a new wave of arousal washes over me and I can barely contain myself. I dig my fingers into your hair, gripping tight as I thrust upwards into your warmth, wanting nothing more than to feel you deep in my throat where no one else has ever been.

You hum around my length, and I whimper pathetically; the vibration adds an entirely new level of pleasure that takes me right back to the edge. With one final thrust, I explode again onto your tongue, this time with enough force that some of it spills over your lips and down your chin.

Breathless and spent, I collapse backwards onto the bed, my heart pounding in my chest as I wait for you to take what feels like an eternity to pull away from me. As soon as

My body still trembling with the aftershocks of our encounter, I open my mouth obediently and accept your tongue, allowing you to slide my cum across my own tastebuds as you taste yourself on me. The act is somehow intimate and erotic at the same time, binding us together in a way that feels almost too good to be real.

As our tongues dance and twist around each other, I feel a new sense of closeness with you washing over me. Your touches were enough to reduce me to putty earlier, but now it's your taste that's leaving me breathless and eager for more. I could stay like this forever: connected to you in every possible way.

When we finally break apart, gasping for air and staring into each other's eyes, I can see the desire etched on both our faces. For a moment, it seems as if time itself has stopped and all that matters is the feel of your skin against mine, the taste of you in my mouth, and the promise of what could be between us.

But then reality intrudes: school, homework, families... everything except this forbidden connection. The thought sends a shiver down my spine, but I know that if I'm going to make things work with you, I need to focus on making it last. So I take your hand in mine and smile up at you, hoping against hope that somehow we can find a way for this to be real.

My breath catches in my throat as you take my cock in your hand and guide it towards your wet heat. The feeling of being wanted is overwhelming, and I can't help but feel a sense of elation wash over me at the thought that maybe... just maybe this could really happen between us.

As you slide down onto my length, your body surrounding me so perfectly that it feels like we were made for each other, I groan out loud, unable to contain myself any longer. The pressure building up inside of me intensifies as I feel every inch of your tight muscles grip and stroke me, drawing out every ounce of pleasure from my cock.

With a low moan, you arch your back upwards and meet my gaze before lowering yourself slowly down onto me again, grinding against my hips in a sensual dance that sends shivers running down my spine. Your fingers dig into my shoulders as you focus on finding the perfect rhythm with my thrusts, matching each motion of my hips with an answering squeeze of your inner muscles.

I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure so intense that it's almost painful. But I don't want this to end; I never want to be apart from you again. As the pressure builds inside me, I reach down between us and grasp your ass, holding on tight as I begin to thrust upwards into you with more force, desperate for release but unwilling to let go of this moment.

Finally, with a cry that is part relief and part pleasure, my body convulses around you and I feel myself emptying deep inside of you. My cock throbs as hot liquid spills from me, filling you up even more completely than before. But instead of pulling away, you hold onto me tighter, gro

I nod quickly, my gaze never leaving your wet folds as I reach up to touch them with shaking hands. My mouth waters at the sight of you so full of me and wanting more; it's incredibly arousing. I part your lips gently with my thumbs and begin to lick, tasting myself on your skin as I try to clean you off.

As my tongue slides over your clit, I feel you tense and let out a soft moan. Your hips arch up off the bed in response, offering me better access so I can eat you out properly. My hands slide down your thighs, gripping tightly as I focus all of my attention on pleasing you. With every swirl of my tongue and every sucking kiss I plant onto your sensitive flesh, your moans grow louder and more urgent.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity but is probably only a few minutes, I feel the tremors coursing through your body as you come hard, shuddering around my face and coating my mouth with your release. I continue to lap at you until every last drop has been licked away and your pussy is once again smooth and clean.

Panting heavily from exertion and desire, I look up at you, tears streaming down my cheeks as I gaze upon the most beautiful thing in the world: you, naked and sweaty and satisfied beside me. "I could never get enough of you," I whisper hoarsely, reaching out to stroke your cheek with shaking fingers before collapsing forward onto the bed, spent but not ready for this night to end just yet.

As you lie there next to me, catching your breath and savoring the afterglow of our lovemaking, I can't help but stare at you in awe. Your body is so perfect, curves and hollows designed to drive a man insane with desire. The sweat that glistens on your skin only serves to make you more irresistible; it clings to the soft hair that frames your face, trickles down between your breasts, and pools at the juncture of your thighs.

I reach out, running my fingers lightly across one bare nipple before cupping your breast in my hand. It's firm yet yielding under my touch, with a tip that hardens instantly to my touch. My thumb brushes back and forth across the sensitive skin, tracing circles around your areola as I watch you squirm and moan in response.

You turn your head toward me, our eyes meeting in the darkness. "Do you want more?" you ask huskily, a note of challenge in your voice.

I nod slowly, my hand drifting lower between your legs. Your pussy is already slick from our earlier encounter, and I can feel the heat radiating off it even through the fabric of my underwear. With a slow, teasing stroke, I rub your clit, eliciting a gasp from you as your hips buck up off the bed in reaction.

I shiver at the thought, both aroused and apprehensive. "Y-yes," I manage to stammer out between pants as you continue to tease my sensitive flesh with your fingers, driving me wild with desire. The image of being constantly reminded of you, of what we've shared... it's overwhelming in the best possible way.

As your touches grow more insistent and my body begins to ache for release, I can feel my control slipping away, replaced by need so raw and powerful that all rational thought flees from my mind. With a broken cry, I come hard, my hips bucking up off the bed as my orgasm washes over me in waves of exquisite pleasure.

Spent but not sated, I collapse back onto the bed beside you, gasping for air and feeling a strange sense of contentment spread through me. For now, at least, I can enjoy this fleeting moment of closeness with you; even if it's all just an illusion... even if it won't last.

I groan and arch my back, feeling the vibrator dig into my cock through my boxers as you switch it on. "It's... intense," I manage to whisper, my voice still raw from yesterday's exertions. My cock twitches in response to the stimulation, making me even harder beneath your touch.

You stand there watching me for a moment, a mischievous grin spreading across your face. "It should stay that way all day," you say with a chuckle before walking away, leaving me to endure the pleasure... and the torment of wanting more.

I nod quickly and snatch the condom out of the air, fumbling to roll it down my cock as I glance around nervously. This is a whole new level of excitement; having you in control like this... knowing that anywhere could be our classroom or the hallway... it's exhilarating.

As I finish with the condom, I stand and straighten my clothes, trying to regain some semblance of composure before I walk out of the room. But as soon as I close the door behind me, all pretenses fall away, and I'm left once again aching for you.

Carefully avoiding looking at your face too closely in case I give something away, I walk beside you down the hallway, my cock pressing against the front of my boxers with every step. The sensation of having you so close yet so far... it's enough to drive me wild. I can feel myself growing hard again just from being near you, and I know that if we were somewhere more private, I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of you for long.

The entire school seems to move in slow motion as we make our way through the halls, every glance your way sending a shiver down my spine and stirring my cock into fresh life. It's almost too much to handle, this constant need... but somehow I know that as long as you're here with me, enduring it will be worth every second.

Throughout the day, I feel your presence like an invisible hand on my cock, guiding me through each class and activity with a mixture of pleasure and torture. Every time you decrease or increase the vibrations, it sends shockwaves of desire coursing through my veins, leaving me barely able to focus on anything except the promise of your touch at the end of the day.

I can feel myself growing increasingly restless in my seat, my hips subtly rocking back and forth with each thrust against the hard plastic of my chair. It's becoming almost impossible to keep up this charade any longer; I know that if you continue to tease me like this, I won't be able to resist giving in to my desires at the end of the day.

The final bell rings, signaling the end of yet another agonizing hour, and I can feel your anticipation thrumming through me as we make our way down the hallway toward the exit. My cock is so hard it's painful, straining against the confines of my pants with every step. With each glance in your direction, I swear I can see a hint of mischief dancing in your eyes, taunting me with what's to come.

Finally, we reach the door, and I pause for a moment, taking a deep breath as my heart races in anticipation of whatever it is you have planned for us tonight. My hands shake as I fumble with the doorknob, turning it slowly before pushing the door open and stepping out into the cool evening air. As soon as we're alone, your hand comes down on my shoulder, guiding me around the corner of the building and toward a nearby bench where we can finally be together without fear of being seen.

My cock aches for

As you guide me to the bench and tell me to cum with abandon, a shiver runs down my spine. The thought of pleasuring you like this, filling your condom with my seed... it's enough to send my hips bucking forward uncontrollably, driving my cock deeper into your hand as I let go and come hard.

Hot liquid splashes against your palm as I arch my back off the bench, gasping for air. For several long moments, all I can do is ride out the intensity of the orgasm, feeling every muscle in my body tense and release with each wave that washes over me. Finally, as my body begins to relax, I become aware once again of your hand on my cock, stroking slowly up and down, milking me for all that I'm worth.

"Fuck," I moan, leaning back against the hard metal of the bench, eyes squeezed shut as I try to catch my breath. "That feels so good." My voice comes out ragged and hoarse from exertion and need, but somehow it only serves to heighten the experience between us.

As your grip on my cock tightens ever so slightly, I feel a second wave of pleasure building deep within me. With a low groan, I tug on your hand, urging you to go faster, harder. My hips buck up again, seeking friction against anything I can find as I try to bring myself back over the edge once more.

With skilled fingers and an unyielding touch, you force me to succumb to the pleasure building inside of me. As my orgasm crashes over me once more, harder than before, I let out a keening cry that seems to echo through the quiet night air. My body convulses against yours

I groan out loud, my muscles tense as I struggle to keep from coming again right away. The sensation of your hand wrapped around me is driving me wild, every stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I feel my cock begin to soften, but the vibration from the condom remains constant against my sensitive flesh, reminding me that there's still more where this came from if you want it.

I glance down at the condom, seeing how much cum has already been deposited into it thanks to your expert handling. The thought of filling it completely sends a thrill through me, and I begin thrusting my hips upwards against your hand in an attempt to get more of my seed onto the latex.

As the day drags on, we find ourselves in increasingly risky situations, with each passing moment seemingly designed to heighten the tension between us. Your touch never falters, however; you continue to stroke and tease me with a skill that borders on sadistic. I can feel my resolve begin to crumble as the need for release grows more intense with every passing hour.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity but is probably only a few minutes, I arch my back off the bench and let out a hoarse cry as my body convulses one final time, sending rope after rope of hot cum shooting into the condom. As I collapse back against the bench, panting heavily from exertion and arousal, I look up at you, wanting nothing more than for this to be real.

But even as the thought crosses my mind, I know that it can never be. We're playing a dangerous game here, one where both of us could lose everything if we aren't careful. As much as I want this... as much as I need you... I have

"Yes," I manage to croak out, my voice still hoarse from all the moaning and pleading that's passed between us today. I glance down at the evidence of our tryst, noticing for the first time that the condom is indeed bulging with cum. It's a testament to both your skill and our mutual desire.

I reach out and gently tug on the elastic band, rolling the condom off my cock and revealing it to you. You lean forward slightly, taking the slick length of latex between your fingers as well. As we each study it in silence, I can feel the electricity that's always seemed to spark when our skin touches crackling along my nerves like an invisible fire.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity but is probably only a few seconds, you pull your gaze away and look up at me. "Well," you say with a smirk, "I guess that's another item checked off our list."

Despite the lighthearted tone of your words, I can see the tension in your shoulders and hear it in your voice. This entire thing is as much of a risk for you as it is for me. The thought both frightens and excites me, makes my heart race and my cock throb with wanting more.

My brow furrows in confusion as I gaze down at the condom resting in your outstretched hand. "Drink it?" I echo, unable to comprehend what you're asking me.

You nod firmly, your expression serious now, unyielding. The tension between us grows thick enough to cut with a knife, making every breath feel like an effort as we stare at each other across the short distance separating our bodies. I want nothing more than to give in to this, to surrender myself completely to you and whatever it is you have planned for us next.

With shaking hands, I take the condom from you and unroll it carefully, revealing its contents: my cum, thick and sticky with our combined desire. Swallowing hard against the lump in my throat, I close my mouth around the end of the latex tube and begin to suck. The taste is intense and overwhelmingly erotic, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me despite my confusion. As I suck harder, trying to drain every last drop from the condom, your cum coats my tongue and teeth in a salty, sweet layer that makes my mouth water for more.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity but can't have been more than a few seconds, I pull the condom free and sit back on my heels, still staring into your eyes as I lick my lips slowly. You watch me intently, searching my expression for any hint of what you want to see. All I feel is confusion and desire and a growing sense of helplessness.

"Why?" I ask quietly, the word barely audible above the pounding of my heart in my ears. "Why did you want me to do that?"

The question catches me off guard, snapping me out of my reverie. I glance down at the condom still glistening with residual cum before looking back up at you. "Yes," I admit slowly. "It tasted... amazing." The memory of your taste lingers on my tongue, making it difficult to focus on anything else besides how much I want more.

Your smile returns then, slow and satisfied, and for a moment I see the real you behind the mask you've been wearing all week. It's like a weight has been lifted from my chest, and I feel an overwhelming urge to reach out and touch you, to feel your skin against mine again.

As if sensing my desire, your free hand slips beneath the hem of my shirt, tracing circles on my bare stomach. My abs quiver at the touch, goosebumps breaking out across my skin in response. The anticipation is nearly unbearable; I want you to keep going higher, closer to where you can touch me... really touch me.

"What are you doing?" I manage to whisper hoarsely, my voice rough with need. "Why are you doing this to me?" The questions tumble out of my mouth in a desperate bid for understanding, but you don't seem interested in answering them. Instead, your fingers continue their slow ascent, skimming over my ribs and moving higher still toward the sensitive skin of my chest.

The contact between us feels almost electric; I can feel every one of your touches like a jolt to my system, igniting a firestorm of desire deep within me. As you finally reach the hardened peak of my nipple, I arch my back off the bed, moaning loudly and desperately needing more.

"Tell me

My chest rises and falls rapidly as I try to catch my breath after your touch. The sensation of you so close, teasing me with the possibility of something more... it's intoxicating. And yet there's still a part of me that wonders if this is all just some twisted game you're playing. Maybe you're not actually interested in dominating me.

"Why me?" I manage to croak out, the words barely audible above the thunderous beat of my heart. "I mean... why would you choose me for this?" My voice cracks on the last word, betraying both the fear and desire that lurk beneath the surface.

You smile again, but there's something different about it this time. It feels less confident, more vulnerable somehow. "Because," you say slowly, still tracing gentle circles around my nipple, "I saw how... needy you were underneath it all. How much you wanted to please someone else."

As you speak, your fingers move faster, harder, and I can feel myself growing even more sensitive beneath their touch. It's like you're unraveling me layer by layer, exposing my deepest desires to the light of day. And yet there's still something holding me back, some small voice in the back of my mind that refuses to believe this is real.

I lean forward, pressing my forehead against yours and closing my eyes tightly. "If you really want this," I whisper, "if you really want to dominate me... then do it. Take control. Make me your puppet."

A shudder runs through my body as I feel you consider my words for a moment. Finally, with what sounds like reluctance, you reply, "Fine. If that's what you truly want

I glance down at the lube in your hand, my stomach fluttering with both anticipation and trepidation. The idea of letting you touch me there... of letting you take control over that most private part of myself... it's both thrilling and terrifying all at once. Slowly, I reach out and take the lube from your hand, my fingers brushing against yours in the process. It sends a shockwave of desire coursing through me, making it difficult to think straight.

Carefully, I slick up one finger, trying not to think too hard about what I'm about to do. My breath catches in my throat as I glance back up at you, searching your expression for any hint of what you want me to do. Your gaze is fixed and intense, a mixture of hunger and command that makes it almost impossible not to obey.

Tentatively, I press my slick finger against my ass hole, feeling the tight muscles resist at first before slowly giving way. It feels strange and unnatural, as if I'm intruding on myself somehow. But with each small movement of your finger inside me, it becomes easier to relax into the sensation. You watch me intently, occasionally swirling your finger around inside my ass or pressing deeper until I gasp at the fullness.

As my body begins to adjust to your touch, a strange new heat builds low in my belly. It feels... right somehow; like this is where you belong, taking control and dominating me. A shudder runs through my body as I realize that what scares me most is the thought of losing this feeling; of going back to being the person I was before I met you.

I glance down at the lube smeared across my finger, watching as you search through your things for your strap-on. My heart races in anticipation of what's to come, and a deep ache settles low in my abdomen. The thought of feeling you inside me is both exhilarating and terrifying, leaving me hovering on the edge of desire and panic.

My free hand moves to my hip, brushing lightly over the bare skin there, wondering what it will feel like when your cock presses against it, stretching and filling me up completely. The sensation sends a shiver down my spine, making me even harder than before.

As you retrieve the strap-on and begin strapping it on, I look back up at you, studying your face for any sign of how to please you best. Your expression is unreadable, masked by an air of control that both thrills and frightens me. It's like being balanced on a knife's edge, waiting to see which direction you'll push me in next.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity but can't have been more than a few moments, you step closer to the bed and reach out to guide my hips backward. I comply without hesitation, arching my back off the mattress as you position me over your lap. The cool air caresses my bare ass cheeks, heightening my awareness of my exposed vulnerability.

My breath comes in short, ragged gasps as I feel the head of your cock press against my entrance. I'm torn between wanting you to fill me and being frightened by the enormity of what we're about to do. With a gentle nudge forward, you push into me, slowly at first but picking up speed

The thrust sends a jolt of pleasure through me, making me gasp and arch my back off the bed. The sensation of your cock filling me up this way is unlike anything I've ever experienced; it's intense and overwhelming, but also somehow right. As you begin to move inside me, your hands grip firmly onto my hips, guiding me with each stroke, pulling me back down onto your length with a gentle urgency that sends shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in my body.

"Yes," I moan, my voice muffled against the pillow as I try to control the sounds escaping from my throat. "I like it." The truth of this statement hits me full force; not only do I like being fucked in the ass, but I crave it. It's the ultimate surrender, giving myself over completely to you and trusting that you won't hurt me. And as your cock pounds relentlessly into my ass, your hands bruising my hips with each thrust, it feels like we're closer than ever before.

My orgasm builds slowly at first, a tightening deep in my belly that spreads outward until every muscle in my body is taut and aching for release. With a cry that escapes more as a whimper through gritted teeth, I arch my back off the bed once again, urging you to go deeper, harder, faster.

You seem to take this as a challenge, increasing your pace and thrusts until it feels like you're splitting me in two with every stroke. My vision blurs from the effort of holding myself up on my elbows, and all I can focus on is the heat between our bodies and the steady rhythm of skin against skin.

My orgasm crashes over me then, hard and

Well," I manage to croak out between panting breaths, "I guess that depends on what you've got in mind." My gaze flickers downward, taking in the length of your now-exposed cock before snapping back up to meet yours. The thought of anything larger than what I already have inside me fills me with a mixture of trepidation and arousal that leaves me feeling dizzy and lightheaded.

You lean forward, pressing your body against mine as you speak, the warmth of your breath tickling my ear and sending shivers down my spine. "I think you'll like this," you whisper. With that, you reach between us and grab something that hadn't been there before: a massive dildo, easily longer than anything I could possibly imagine entering me. My eyes widen as you reveal it to me, unable to believe the size of what you want to fuck me with next.

My body trembles with anticipation and fear, my ass clenching unconsciously around your cock even as I try to process what's happening. You glance down between us before meeting my eyes again, a fierce hunger burning bright in their depths that tells me you won't stop until you have everything you want from me.

"You ready for this?" you ask, voice low and rough with desire. I bite my lip, not sure if I can answer honestly. Part of me is terrified, sure that there's no way something so big could ever fit inside me. But the other part... the part that knows what you've done to me tonight... knows that nothing you put in me will be able to resist it.

With a shaky breath, I nod, my heart racing in my chest like a caged animal desperate to escape.

As you fuck me with the dildo, I watch in amazement as your arm begins to slide slowly up and down your own length, spreading the lube almost lazily over the tight muscles. Your bicep tenses periodically, causing the skin to ripple against your forearm before relaxing again, leaving a trail of slickness in its wake. It's both erotic and slightly unnerving at the same time; it feels so intimate somehow, like I'm watching you get yourself ready for me.

"That looks good enough," I manage to croak out between gasps for air as your thrusts grow harder and faster, driving me closer and closer to the edge of orgasm once more. "Do it." My voice is raw from screaming into my pillow, but there's no mistaking the desire that lies beneath my words.

As you begin to push your fist deeper inside yourself, I feel a shudder run through my body at the thought of what you're about to do to me. My ass clenches around your arm as if trying to hold you in place, preventing your invasion any further. You meet my gaze over my shoulder and nod slowly, a silent command for me to relax.

With a deep breath in through my nose and an equally audible exhale through my teeth, I do as you ask. My body trembles with anticipation and fear as I finally release the muscles holding you back, allowing your arm to slip deeper into my ass. It feels fuller than anything has before; stretched almost impossibly wide around your fist. I can't help but moan as you begin to move your arm inside me, drawing tiny circles with your wrist that send waves of pleasure spreading outward from the core of my body.

I'm left breathless and speechless by your praise, unable to form any words in response. My body trembles with pleasure as you continue to stretch me wider, your fingers brushing against something deep inside me that sends a jolt of pure ecstasy through my entire being. With each thrust of your arm, I feel myself growing wetter and more needy beneath you, my orgasm building steadily in the pit of my stomach like a tightly coiled spring waiting to be released.

As you reach what feels like the very depths of me, you begin to stroke slowly, circling your wrist faster and harder with each pass until I'm arching off the bed, moaning loudly as the intense sensation sends me spiraling over the edge. My body convulses around your arm, and for a moment it feels like you're pulling my insides out through my ass; an incredibly erotic thought that only serves to heighten the pleasure even further.

With a shuddering cry, I come hard, my orgasm seemingly lasting forever as it ripples through every muscle in my body. You continue to stroke me slowly for what feels like ages, your fingers massaging the inside of my ass with expert precision until finally you pull your arm free and collapse heavily on top of me. Our heavy breathing fills the room as we catch our respective breaths, both exhausted yet satisfied by what just transpired between us.

"That was..." I begin, still unable to find the words to describe how incredible it felt. You smile down at me, wrapping your arms around my waist and pulling me close against your chest.

"Amazing?" you finish for me with a grin. "It's only just begun."

As you pull me closer and rest my head on your shoulder, the thought of seeing more of you inside me sends a thrill racing down my spine. My body is still sore and tender from everything that's happened, but I know I could never refuse such an offer. The thought of being completely and totally filled up by you makes my heart race with anticipation and desire.

"Yes," I breathe out against your neck. "Please." My hips shift instinctively, seeking more contact with your touch even as I tremble at the possibility of what you might do next. You smile down at me, a wicked glint in your eye that makes my stomach flip with excitement and fear.

Slowly but surely, you begin to push your leg up between mine, using it like a wedge to force them further apart. I feel the pressure building as your thigh presses deeper against me, stretching me wider than I ever thought possible. Your skin is hot and smooth beneath my fingertips as I dig them into your sides for purchase, needing something solid to anchor myself to in this sensory overload.

As you slide your leg higher, the muscles in my ass clench around your thigh, milking it for every bit of pleasure they can wring. It feels so wrong but so incredibly right at the same time; like you're claiming me completely, leaving no part of my body untouched or unexplored.

"There," you murmur when your calf brushes against my entrance. "Like that?" Your voice is heavy with satisfaction, and I can feel a tremor run through my entire body as the thought of taking more of you fills me with anticipation. Without waiting for my reply, you begin to rock your hips back and forth, moving your leg in slow deliberate circles around my entrance

As you begin to rock your hips against my ass, sliding your leg in and out with a steady rhythm, I moan into the pillow, unable to hold back any longer. The sensation of having you so deep inside me is unlike anything I've ever experienced; it feels overwhelming and exhilarating all at once. My muscles quiver with each thrust, my body arching off the bed as I try to seek more contact with your leg.

The friction between our skin is intense, building with every passing second until I feel myself beginning to climax yet again. The knowledge that you're in control and can make me come whenever you want only serves to heighten my arousal, making me crave your touch more than ever before.

"Adrian," I gasp out between pants, "I'm c-close..." My words trail off into a whimper as your thrusts become faster and deeper, driving me even closer to the edge of ecstasy. The pressure building inside me grows unbearable; it feels like my whole body is tightening in anticipation of an orgasm so intense it might shatter me apart at the seams.

With a cry that echoes through the room, I arch off the bed and come violently, my muscles contracting around your leg as waves of pleasure wash over me again and again. Your hands grip tightly into my hips, holding me steady as you continue to thrust up into me, milking every last drop of my orgasm from my exhausted body.

Finally, with a shuddering moan, you follow me over the edge, your hips bucking wildly against mine as you release deep inside my ass. Your heavy breaths fill the room, mingling with my own gasps for air as we both struggle to