And you let it overwealm you!

Now you're willing to focus on it, your body burns with an all-suffusing pleasure unlike anything you've felt as male. Before, it would be focused entirely on the crotch, and the penis. A throbbing distraction that needed to be taken out on a partner to be excised. The pleasure was...nice... sure, but more of the satisfaction came from using the defenseless woman at your mercy as a cum rag. This... female... pleasure is new.

And joyous! You can feel everything. Your core is melting and the hard cock using you is the only solid point of reference your mind can coalesce a sense of self around. Every wet thrust, slam and slap spring new fireworks of ecstasy. You're a sloppy, sweaty pile of flesh first, and a person second. Flesh that's reaching its crest. Grunts and moans begin to overtake squelching thuds.

But the crash doesn't come. Your heavy tits burn with unfulfilled need. They scream of what they want.

For the first time in this encounter, you turn your head to the woman behind you. She is beautiful, you're reminded. Wild dark hair accenting her pale skin, slick with a faint sheen of excursion. But that beauty makes you feel uncomfortable in ways that your impending climax successfully suppresses. She takes a second to notice you looking, her face contorted into a focused blend of ecstasy and concentration. Once she does, her composure shifts to smugness, an eyebrow cocked inquisitively.

"Please...please..." The submission is hard to **** out. Your flesh doesn't let you think about why. "Please grab my tits..."

You look back down, head hung in what your cunt tells you is anticipation. One more especially violent thrust reverberates through your insides, and then you feel the heat of the witch's body flattened across your back. Her fingers flutter from your hips and arse to dance lightly across the taught skin of your chest. It's sooooooo close, just a bit more preasure.... A slight mewl dribbles from your lips.

"Cum for me, bitch!" She growls hotly into your ear. And then those teasing fingers grip the points of your nipples and pull down as sharply as her arms could manage.

And then the damn broke.