“Nat,” you whisper, eyes wet with tears. Your knees are trembling, cunt swollen and red from the sheer amount of orgasms you’ve had. You’re not sure if Natalie has had nearly as much, because you’re pretty sure she’s intermittently turned off the vibrating bullet on the inside of her strap. Her hand rests on your lower belly, bumping into your twined hands that have been keeping your legs back against your torso. “God, please, I don’t... I don’t think...” 

“You don’t think what, ma cher?” She hums. Her blonde hair is loose from its usual cap, standing up at the edges. She thrusts her hips forward, the toy pressing further into your leaking hole, and you groan at the sensation. 

“Don’t think... I can come again,” you sigh. Natalie lets out an ‘oh’ of recognition, tilting her head to the side with the word. Rather than letting up, though, she tightens the harness of her strap, beginning to fuck you faster, the slick of your cunt easing her way. 

“Na-Ta-” you choke out and she bends over your body. Her shoulders slot into your knees, practically bending you in half. She pins your hands above your head fingers wrapped around your wrists, her face so close to yours you can feel her panting. 

“Oh, ma cher,” she says, gathering up your wrists in one of her hand. The other disappear and you hear the bullet in her harness turn on. It sends the ghost of vibrations through your cunt and you moan as she does. “I won’t stop until I hear you scream.” 

She continues her rhythmic thrusting, but now she’s bucking faster, harder, making your tits jiggle with every bounce. She purrs, nudging her nose against your cheek. Your jaw drops as the hand she used to turn her vibrator back on reappears, squeezing your puckered nipples as she fucks you. 

“Fuck!” You yelp as she pinches one just a little too hard. She presses her cheek to yours and the angle it shifts your pelvis at makes you shout, pussy clenching hard around her strap. You whimper, tender, but Natalie just keeps fucking you. “Nat!” 

“Louuuder,” hums Natalie, pulling the pretty blue strap out, all the way to the tip. It teeters at your abused hole, your swollen rips squishy around it. Before you can moan, or whine, or even think, she slams back into you, sending another burst of stars behind your vision.