Tonight’s challenge: whoever cums first loses and will be denied for the next month. Never mind you’ve been teased and edged every day this week. I let you pick the position to level the playing field, knowing full well you’d pick this one, that makes me cum the fastest. I was convinced your torture this week would give me the advantage but underestimated your voluntary (and involuntary) clenching, not to mention verbal teasing. I kiss you hard to shut you up, your tongue snaking in and massaging mine. You moan into my lips, spurring me on despite myself.
You squeeze again. I feel an extra twinge of pleasure course through me as my cock flexes on its own. My mind is clouding. Why am I holding back again? My orgasm threatens. I thrust deeper. Faster. You moans d press into me, signaling you’re close as well. I can’t slow down, knowing that would trigger me far quicker. I grab you firmly, my hand under your neck, my forehead on your back. I can’t hold back…thoughts of my own denial and your payback flood my brain. I hate losing. But you feel so fucking good.
I can’t…
I must…
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