Aw, you poor thing. Your body canโt handle being edged like this, hm? Itโs too much for your brain, isnโt it? Look at you, canโt even form a singular sentence yet you think Iโll stop just because you beg.Come on-We both know youโre enjoying this, no stopping now. You can take it.
voice trembling, you beg for a break, but they only slow down. they don't stop, just grind in deeper, forcing you to feel every inch. they lick at your tear-stained cheeks and whisper, "you can take it, can't you?" they smirk against your cheek. "not that you have a choice."