🩷pretty pink princess🩷

Think about what that means for you. The one thing that ends sex, the built in mercy of a man finishing, is gone. I get to fuck you for as long as I want because we’re not building toward anything. I’m not edging and I don’t need to hold back. I’m never going to cum and you’re going to stay pinned underneath me while I thrust into you and watch you spiral.

You’ll cum first. Obviously. Probably within a few minutes because I can barely feel anything unless I’m fucking you rough. And then you’ll cum again. And again. And the third one will feel different because by then you’ll already be trembling and overstimulated, and I’m still fucking you at the same relentless pace I started with.

That’s when the panic sets in. That little flicker behind your eyes when you realize oh. This really could go on forever. And your body keeps cumming because it doesn’t know what else to do with the stimulation. Each one strips away a little more of your ability to think until you’re just lying there shaking and moaning and drooling into the pillow with your eyes vacant and your tongue hanging out. But it’s doesn’t matter to me. I’m still going. Same pace. Same depth. Watching your face get emptier.

Eventually all you’ll have left are your little whimpers and you’ll beg me to take the condom off. You know the only way this ends is if I finish and the only way I finish is skin on skin. So you beg me to cum inside you because it’s the only way to make it stop. The slut who wanted to be safe will beg to be filled with cum because hours of being fucked past your limit turned sweet sticky cum into a mercy you’re desperate for.

And you’re so pretty when you beg for it. So maybe I’ll take it off. Maybe I’ll finally slide into you with nothing between us. And you’ll feel the difference immediately as your wrecked oversensitive pussy clenches so hard around my bare cock and I finally tip over the edge. Maybe I’ll cum so deep inside you and you’ll feel it flood your womb and your whole body will shudder with relief because it’s finally over.

What actually satisfies me is telling you to stop breathing and watching you do it.

Just my voice and the fact that you’ll listen. Hold your breath when my cock is inside you. Breathe when I pull out. That’s the rule. It’s simple. Your lungs are on my schedule now.

And I’m edging, so we’re going to be at this a while. Don’t waste the little windows of air between strokes. You’ll learn the rhythm of me pretty quickly. When I push in you hold. When I pull out you gasp. push in, hold. pull out, gasp. Your whole respiratory system synced to how I like to fuck. Eventually you won’t even think about it. Your body will just know.

As you can probably imagine, the part I like most is the holding. When I’m deep in you and I just stay there, and you’re holding your breath because those are the rules and I can feel the effects of your lungs burning through your whole body. Your legs start kicking a little. You’re squirming under me because you’re desperate for air, but I’m in no hurry, so you don’t get any. You’re torturing yourself to please me. I’m not even doing anything. I’m just inside you, still, watching you suffer on my cock because I told you to. And you will. You’ll hold on until I decide to pull back and give you life.