A room comes with a cost - Part 3 - Sexgeschichten

A room comes with a cost - Part 3

... followed by scissoring wide, thumb on clit grinding till I mewled muffled, hips rolling desperate.

"Mmmph-eight... fank oo. Mmmph-nine... fank oo."

The edge frayed me raw... each denial a fresh agony, my pussy a throbbing mess, lips swollen and dripping, the flood teasing but held back by their script. My script. Ten: Mike again, swat firm and owning, fingers curling deep against that spot, thumb flicking precise... building the wave higher, meaner, my body arching bowstring over his lap, tits heaving under the tank, nipples scraping cotton like fire.

"Mmmph-ten. Fank oo."

Denial crashed... fingers yanking free, thumb lifting... leaving me sobbing into the gag, walls clenching frantic around nothing, slick gushing untouched down his thigh.

The second ten dragged eternal... swats blending into a bonfire on my ass, cheeks throbbing mottled red under their palms, the stings radiating to feed the coil without mercy. Eleven: Liam, swat low and sloppy, fingers plunging with a twist that scraped my walls, thumb circling lazy through the slick; twelve: Steven, crack high and stingy, his plunge shallower but faster, thumb flicking erratic to spike the edge; thirteen: Mike, heavy thud that jolted me forward into his cock... now steel-hard, twitching against my hip... his fingers filling and curling deliberate, thumb grinding circles that had me thrashing, the peak cresting brutal, just shy.

"Mmmph... fank oo."

Each count slurred wetter, the gag sodden and ...

... choking, saliva dribbling down my chin to pool on his jeans, mixing with the slick from my untouched drip. Fourteen, fifteen... boys alternating, their teases bolder: Liam's rim press syncing with the plunge, Steven's free hand splaying my cheeks for the view, the exposure burning hotter than the swats. Sixteen: Mike's swat centered, fingers scissoring wide, thumb on clit rubbing firm... pushing me over the brink, but pulling at the last gasp, denial ripping a wail muffled into static.

"Mmmph-shixteen... pwease..."

Seventeen blurred eighteen... Steven's playful crack followed by a plunge that hooked deep, thumb grinding vicious; Liam's eager swat jolting my tits free from the tank's hem, nipples grazing his thigh as his fingers scissored, the exposure a fresh humiliation that coiled the heat tighter. Tears streamed unchecked now, soaking the gag, my voice a wrecked hum around the fabric:

"Mmmph... fank oo."

Nineteen: Mike, swat paternal but punishing, fingers filling full... three thick, curling relentless against the spot, thumb flicking precise circles that wound me to shattering, the wave crashing imminent, my hips bucking wild into his hand, pussy clenching greedy, slick flooding his palm. But denial... yank free, thumb lifting... left me convulsing empty, a sob tearing raw from the gag, body arching desperate over his lap.

"Twenty," I slurred... begging now, the word fracturing around the soaked wad, tears and saliva mingling on my chin.

Mike's swat landed ...