Please, I whisper.

Hair, dripping with sweat, sticks to my face.

Voice, hoarse from screaming, longs for his warm cum to coat my aching throat.

Nipples, stressed from being pinched, bitten, and sucked, squeal for ice cubes to be pressed against them.

Wrists, raw from wriggling against my restraints, beg for freedom as hands need to clutch something.

Ass, stinging from being spanked by his hand, pounded by his paddle, and bitten by his riding crop, pleads for cool rubs.

Hours of intense stimulation sprinkled with the right amount of pain have taken place.

And I have not been allowed to cum.

After rimming me forever, he teases me with in-and-outs of the butt plug until my thrashing forces him to tie my ankles. My asshole eagerly sucks in the plug. That hole is finally satiated.

A long dildo, slathered in my own juices, torments me – dragging up and down from my swollen clit to my needy pussy. My hips wildly buck as he fucks me with the massive member. That hole is stuffed.

Just when I think I can’t possibly feel any more pleasure, he slides the bullet vibrator into the butt plug ring.

Silent screams erupt from my gaping mouth. My last hole is filled by his blood-filled throbbing cock.

Sensations overwhelm me, sucking me into another plane of existence. Euphoria plunders me.

Lips clamp down on him.

Face scrunches.

Eyes close.

Body tightens then…

Oh, fuck! Fuuuuuuuuucccccckkkkkk!

"Good girl," he whispers.