Me returns

Your erection finally starts to wane, and you give a sigh of relief, thinking the bottle will soon be sliding off, but then the perception filter lifts and Me is visible once again.

“I thought that erection was going to stay forever,” she says, walking up to you, “but now it’s almost gone. You just keep concentrating on losing it.” She starts to move her hands over your body. “Don’t look at me, don’t undress me with your eyes, don’t imagine my supple breasts, my juicy pussy. Don’t even think about the end of the game and what you’ll be doing to me, slamming that red hot hard cock into so many places.”

You give a muffled moan as your cock gets harder. the bottle neck squeezing against it more, pleasure mingling with pain.

She places one hand on the bottle, while her other hand continues touching you, raking her fingernails down your chest. “Oh, look at that. Your poor cock’s gone so so hard thinking of me.” She stands on her tiptoes, raising her head to yours, and whispers in your ear, “Time to screw.”

She gives the bottle, along with your erect cock trapped inside, a sharp twist. You wince with pain, as your legs buckle beneath you, and she returns the bottle to its original position.

“Be grateful I’m twisting the bottle’s neck, and not yours,” Me says. “Though maybe I’ll get to do that, later in the game. Besides, I could have twisted it further.” She gives it another twist to demonstrate. “Much further.” She turns it further still, ignoring your muffled screams. You manage to spit the neckerchief out of your mouth, as you beg her to stop, but she holds the bottle in place, with your twisted manhood inside it, delighting in your pain. Her other hand start to pinch your nipple, squeezing it between her sharp fingernails, although that’s negligible next to the torment your cock’s feeling.

“Don’t you like my game of spin the bottle?” Me asks. “Do you want me to end the pain to your cock once and for all?”