Arianna could tell he was nearly gone…..
No longer were his strong, powerful muscles straining against his bonds….
No longer were his hips trying to thrust up toward her soft, stroking hand…
And no longer did he even have the strength remaining to plead for the mercy of relief.
All that remained now were those intoxicatingly addictive signs of a sexually broken man that fed Arianna’s sexual soul….
Those glazed over, half lidded eyes that revealed how lost he had become….
Those weak, desperate sounds of a man whose body had been pushed far beyond its sexual limits…
Yet still she wanted more… needed more…. for Arianna, this was her triumph… the part she craved the most…. the moments she wanted to drag on for as long as possible….
Her voice was soft, seductive, captivating, trying to keep him with her before he broke completely….. encouraging him to allow his exquisite torment to continue.
“No baby, stay with me….,” she purred, sensing she now had him at that point where he was at the risk of passing out from his inescapable overload of sexual frustration.
“….. give me more, sweetheart…. you can do it…. breathe through it for me…. just keep giving me one more stroke…… that’s it…. just like that….. one… more… stroke…..”
Edging stories are the best stories. 😍😍😍
Teaseland 