(F/m)

The devil drags her tongue up your erect shaft. The motion sends lightning up your spine.

You jerk against your skeletal restraints as the woman teases your sensitive underside. Her tongue glides up and down, wetting your skin with her warm saliva. Her breath is hot on your skin. Her motions are slow and merciless. She takes you into your mouth, teasing you with her lips. Your arousal builds quickly as she moves her tongue around the tip with murderous skill.

Your head twists around wildly. Loud moans build up in your chest. You feel something building deep inside...

Your tormentor raises a hand forward, a finger grazing gently across your chest. Goosebumps erupt, your skin drawing taut at the sensation. You twist away from the touch.

The hand moves back down. A hand goes below her jaw, and a moment later you feel a finger slide playfully fondles you. She explores the area diligently, stroking your sensitive skin. The teasing torment continues for what seems like an eternity. Her eyes stare up at you, coldly analyzing your expression.

A carnal scream erupts from your lungs as she takes you deep into her mouth. You can't remember ever being so hard. Her warm mouth on your cock is an overwhelming sensation.

Your lust is staggering but you still panic at the thought of the climax you know is looming. Your mind flails for a way out of this situation, but you know it is inevitable. In the back of your mind you feel a familiar guilt. It is small and pathetic next to your oppressive lust, but it nags at you. It tells you to slow your breathing, stifle your urges-- you welcome the distraction from the sublime **** on your senses.

Her mouth and hand move in perfect synchronization. The pressure builds quickly. Your heart races-- toes curl back.

"Stop, please!" your mind begs, but you know its pointless. No words come to your mouth, only **** moans.

Your eyes shut. Your body tenses. Like a glass with too much water, you are poised to overflow. A single drop-- a tongue striking the perfect spot-- and your soul is set ablaze. The pleasure slams into your body like a tidal wave, every muscle contracting and every nerve screaming. Your mind can't form the words to describe what is happening to you, you've never felt anything like this.

The climax is unending. Your tormentor--- your savior-- continues working up and down your sensitive shaft. She swallows every drop.

Eventually, she pulls away. Even still, your body reverberates with pleasure. You squirm and twitch at the echoing sensations. You try to hold onto the experience, but eventually it slips away.

You breathe deeply, your mind struggles to reorient itself. Tiredly, you tilt your head up. Once again, the devil crawls up to your face. Her smile is warm-- her expression is pleased.

"We went overtime... I hope you don't mind." A finger strokes down from a hot cheek past your jaw. Your mouth is agape in exhaustion. You match her gaze.

"Its.... fine..." you reply weakly.