Getting fucked by herself

“Let’s measure friction, shall we?” Valerius whispered, a mad scientist of the flesh. He positioned himself, the wet, hot tip of Liam’s cock brushing against the delicate folds of her labia. Chloe felt it all. With a slow, deliberate movement, Valerius lowered himself, impaling her body on Liam’s.

The feeling was an explosion of pure sensory overload. Chloe felt the stretch, the heat, the tight, wet friction from Liam’s perspective. She felt the sensation of being inside her own pussy, the tight, gripping heat, the impossibly soft, wet texture of her inner walls. It was a closed loop of violation, and she was trapped in the center of it. Valerius began to move, a slow, deep, powerful rhythm, his hips rocking, driving Liam deeper into her with each thrust. He was watching Liam’s face, watching the pleasure and pain war in his eyes, feeling the response through Chloe’s nerve endings. A moan escaped Chloe’s lips through Liam’s mouth, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

This wasn’t enough for him. He was a creature of variety. He pulled away, leaving Liam’s body gasping on the couch, and dragged him to the floor. “The angle is wrong,” he stated, as if discussing an engineering problem. “I require a different data set.” He pushed Liam onto his back on the rough dorm room carpet and mounted him again, this time in a reverse cowgirl, her back to him, allowing Chloe to see nothing but her own perfectly formed, demonic-lingerie-clad ass rising and falling, his hands braced on Liam’s chest as the demon rode Liam with a brutal, relentless rhythm. The sounds were overwhelming, the wet slap of their bodies connecting, moans of pleasure, the ragged gasps being torn from Liam’s throat.

The pressure was building again, the unstoppable wave of orgasm coiling tight in Liam’s groin. This was it, Chloe could feel the alien sensation of the cum building up in Liam’s balls about to burst. Was she really about to blow a load in her own body? There was no stopping it. Valerius was driving them both to the absolute peak. The raw, animalistic intensity of this final position was the tipping point. The pleasure was cresting, a roaring, hundred-foot wave that was about to crash down and obliterate her, to consume her entirely. And in that final, suspended moment of supreme physical sensation, as Liam’s body tensed for the inevitable release, as a deep, guttural groan was ripped from his throat, something shifted.

Valerius froze.