Through all this she is cumming again, I can feel it all over my rock hard cock as it slides in and out of her. I stop thrusting into her and lean rig...t in to her ear, where I whisper: ‘Now you’ve gone and gotten too wet, I can barely feel your pussy around my dick anymore! Now, what are we going to do about that?’ All she can get out is a choked moan of fear. I pull out of her and slide up her body, trailing her juices all over her belly and tits. Maintaining pressure on her wrists with one. She could fill her body with what she believed to be ecstasy but never go all the way. The prospect of an orgasm haunted her as she desperately tried to reach it sometimes twice a day. She was beginning to wonder if it did actually exist.Laying in her warm bed, all her senses but one becoming drowned by one desire. Shutting her eyes she began to think about a beautiful woman kissing her and she slowly began to play with her clitoris. For an hour she played and probed her pussy trying to get. I started telling him about how I tried to reach in the freezer for the ice cream and how I pressed my chest against the cold boxes. He asked to hear details about how I felt and how my body responded. I gave in and told him about my nipples getting very hard and not being able to get them to settle down at all after that&hellip, As I said this he raised his other hand up my now shivering body and started touching my breasts again, rubbing his palm over my nipples and flicking them with his. ”“I...” Morton stammered. “What other names?”“They edited it, didn’t they?” I asked with a laugh. “Holy fuck, did you piss away fifty grand or what? Well, that’s tough shit, Bucko. McHenry already spent that. You made a deal with the devil and he stuck the pitchfork right up your ass! OK, Steven or Stefan or whoever you want to be today. Here’s the deal. First off, do you think you’re the first person they tried to sell the recording to? You’re not. You’re just the only person dumb enough to.