Yes. It is. It's FAR too much.

John watched her struggle underwater. It really was something impressive, how clever she was being with these trials. He slid a condom on quickly, hoping she wouldn't notice. Then he flung quite a bit of the special scorpion-pepper Tabasco sauce into the far corner of the bath. Far away enough that she couldn't see it with her head underwater (and he guessed her eyes were closed anyway), but enough to raise the heat in the whole tub substantially over time.

Her head popped back up as she slid back onto his dick and started fucking him once more. "Then when does it end? What can I do to make this stop? Fuck, please! Anything!"

"I can feel you get more and more turned on by the second, and then you... what? Deny yourself another sweet orgasm? I want to feel you cum on my cock, and I want to feel you do it yourself."

Eve stopped for a moment. She had been fighting it, but... well, it was getting harder and harder to avoid. His... unfortunately wonderful... dick had been scraping the walls of her pussy and bumping into her G-spot repeatedly. And if that's what he wanted to happen, she honestly wouldn't be able to get out of this hell until she did it. He'd probably find some excuse to dribble the Tabasco right in her eyes if she fought back too long? Or maybe that was just an excuse. Evelyn was really, really turned on. Her pussy felt like it *needed* John's cock in it.

John watched her struggle with herself for a moment, then she seemed to come to a decision. He smiled as she started pushing back into him, fucking him HARD. She slammed her pussy into his hips repeatedly, grunting and moaning as she did so.

Though her eyes burned from the pain still and her face burned, this felt like - for the first time - some genuinely somewhat normal fucking.

Evelyn had not had a lot of sexual experience - just some awkward fondlings at church camp and one or two pump and dumps from some bad decisions early in her days at college. Then the occasional unsuccessful night fuck while John slept and the dangerous sex over the burning pan of oil in the kitchen. This might... no, it actually was... the best sex she had ever had. Even counting the burning sensation in her eyes. If anything, it made it easier to focus on the bursts of pleasure that came when she felt the head of his magnificent cock poke what sure felt like directly into her G-spot.

Her yells slowly changed from half-pained by the hot sauce, to half-crazed by the incoming orgasm. It was going to be a good one. Maybe the best of her life. "Nng, nng, nng, oh, oh, ah, ah, ah, AAH, AAH, FUCK, GOD, OOOH, AAAAA..." She let herself get lost in the rush of pleasure. She felt it build, and build, and build - like a dam holding back the oncoming rush of pleasure. Fuck, fuck, fuck, here it co...

THERE! John saw her start the very beginning of cumming as her yells changed to ecstasy. Moving as fast as he could, John *slammed* the top of the large bottle of Tabasco sauce on the corner of the countertop. The top came off in one piece, falling harmlessly into the sink. Some of the sauce dribbled onto his hand, and he felt it start to burn a little from contact. Ow. That hurt more than he thought it would. He'd have to get some balm later.

No time to think about that now, though. John upended the entire contents of the bottle onto his condom-covered dick, dropped the empty bottle into the sink, and then grabbed Evelyn's hair and started fucking her HARD.

For the first couple seconds, Evelyn didn't even notice. Her screams of ecstacy had covered up the sounds, and her contracting pussy had started to spread the sensations throughout her body. Her legs were starting to shake violently, and she couldn't catch her breath.

Then, suddenly, she noticed that one of the contractions from her pussy HURT. It burned. And not just the lips - it's like she was burning deep, deep inside.

Evelyn screamed.

Louder than she ever had before. Her voice sounded hoarse and guttural, like a dying cow.

But she couldn't stop cumming.

And with each burst of pleasure, each contraction - she felt herself pulling the burning sensation deeper and deeper into her womb.