Again, Michael wipes me dry and starts working my screaming cunt and clit again. Eyes squeezed shut, wailing and crying my need to cum, I strain and writhe against my bonds.

“Look at me Charlotte,” he says.

I can’t. My eyes won’t open. Shuddering and shaking, I can’t look.

“I said, look at me.”

Forcing my eyes open, I look at Michael.

“That’s better. I want to see your expression…. Intense enough for you?”

“Yes…” Through my panting, I almost whisper the word.

“I didn’t hear you. Intense enough for you?”

“Yes, yes. Oh, please, let me cum. Michael. Please, I need to cum.”

“Alright. I’ll let you cum.”

Two fingers still inside me, he rubs my clit with the thumb. With his free hand, he picks up another vibe.

As if he needed it….

As he touches the second vibe to my clit, my molten cunt explodes. Screaming out my orgasm, it racks me, wringing the howls from me as I jerk and quake.

On it goes, and on…

“Enough, Michael! Enough, please stop.”

But he doesn’t…

The vibe continues circling my clit, as it pounds and pulses me. My cunt is clenching and clutching.

I can’t bear it…

“Please, Michael. Stop. Please stop.” Is it possible to whisper, and howl at the same time? I manage it.

Still, he doesn’t stop. The tormenting vibe works my hypersensitive bud for another five… ten seconds before finally……

He takes the thing away, and fishes out the egg. Tossing them to one side, he strips off his jeans and plunges deeply into me, pounding my core with his engorged cock.

Again, it doesn’t take long. Already primed, after less than a minute, he groans and judders into me.

For a moment, he just lies there. I hear our twin heartbeats pounding away. Then he pulls himself up onto his knees. Looking into my eyes, one hand caressing my cheek, he stares at me. “Yeah, that’s the look, Charlotte. That’s the look.”

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