Jane fucks you in earnest

Like a shark that smells blood Jane reacts to your satisfied moan with increased aggression. She pulls back an inch and then pushes in again, expanding her presence in your tight canal. The movement stirs your guts and squeezes more feminine whimpers from your lungs.

She pulls out again and pushes in again. Slowly and gently at first but gaining a momentum and rhythm. The building feeling from before returns as the shaft stimulates the nerves at your entrance. You realize now that the pleasure you had felt before was hollow compared to this. The sensations now echo throughout your whole body, every nerve is heightened as your whole being bends itself around this plastic invader.

Gentle pushing soon becomes slamming, each thrust feels like it penetrates all the way to your skull, scrambling your brains to mush. And all the while you feel under the mind blowing pleasure something building to a crescendo.

You lose yourself in it, your eyes close and all you want is more as the cock moves deeper and deeper with each thrust, you're sure you now have more cock inside of you than your own manhood could supply and yet you craved more. The shameful nature of that realization only added to the delightful space you were in submitting to Jane's dominance.

You're not sure what you're building to but you're reaching a new height when a particularly forceful thrust has the cool baseplate of the strap-on collide with your soaked folds. The direct pressure on your clit sends you tumbling helplessly over the edge of orgasm. Your whole body tenses up and your new muscles grip the rod for dear life as wave after wave of euphoria washes over you. After what felt like a lifetime but was really only a few seconds the **** passes and your body goes limp.

You can feel a slow release of pressure as Jane slowly pulls the dildo out of you, covered thick in your juices.