Resist

Your hands are free, so you cup her buttocks, lifting and spreading her ass cheeks. With a single tentative finger, you lightly brush her anus. The effect is immediate and electric. She gasps and shifts her weight. Elly is not amused and moves to grasp your wrists. She succeeds and has you in a body pin on the table. You dare not move too much, else you will be falling on the ground.

Elly looms over you, pinning your arms to the ground, straddling your lower body with her perfect thighs.

She slides her soft hands over your chest caressing gently, lightly running her nails across your chest and stomach. You gasp and writhe, but she has you pinned, her smooth, naked skin rubbing tantalisingly against your skin. The pressure on your aching groin is unbearable, and you can feel her cunt attempting to engulf the tip of your member. You try to speak but she leans down and subjects you to a deep probing kiss, her tongue invading your mouth with it's slippery undulations. Her lips are cool and soft, and your mind becomes fizzing static until she draws back. A grin spreads across her face.

Elly first lowers herself onto you, squashing your dick up against your stomach as her wet pussy wraps around your shaft. She grinds for a few moments, rubbing your hard rod against her opening. Her hands wanders downward to then manoeuvre you inside her. The sensation is overpowering, you try to buck, but she is in control, and all you accomplish is to **** yourself further in. Elly gasps and you feel her clench around you as your cock slips smoothly past her opening. You squirm involuntarily helping her take the full length of you cock.

You see stars, almost delirious, the stimulation too much for your brain to process. Elly too seems to be in a trance, her face flushed a deep mauve, her eyelids droop and she begins to circle her hips as if trying to scratch some irritating itch deep inside her body. Her breathing grows heavy and rhythmic and her breasts heave. After every few thrusts she leans down, delivering a deep, passionate kiss, keeping you breathless and dazed. Her hands alternate between stroking the back of your hair and playing with her boobs, her thighs enclose you in a heavenly prison. The contractions from muscles deep within her squeeze and tease.

She picks up the pace, almost bouncing on you. Elly pulls up, nearly releasing her hold on your cock, to then slam down again enclosing you tightly with her wet pussy. You are able to feel firm muscles through her soft walls pulsate and squeeze. Matching her rhythm, you realise you cannot hold on much longer.

"It's too much," You wheeze. "Slow down or I'll…” You regret confessing to her, were it not that she slows her thrusting somewhat and leans her face in close enough for you to feel the heat radiating from her cheeks, her breath tickles your ear as she whispers.

"Not yet, I won't let you."

She draws back and opens her mouth, then her tongue snaked down her body, pausing along the way to coil around a nipple. You try to release yourself from this position. You writhe and struggle but her hands tightened around your wrists like iron cuffs and she squeezes her thighs to keep you lodged inside her. You struggle and protest, but then she starts to thrust again, your voice begins to crack and your protests turn to moans. She leans in close, her mouth closed in a wry smile around her tongue and she lovingly caressed your cheek with a free hand. The painful ache in your loins begin to give way to a deeper, warmer sensation and your eyes roll back into your head as she watches you, her dark gaze full of predatory lust.

Her cunt, seemingly designed by Satan himself to torment men, delivers sensations so intense that you can't tolerate them, but she won't let you go, and she won't let you cum, you have lost what little control you have over her and it seems that in this state of mind, her eyelids drooping and her body becoming warmer than I had ever felt it, feverish even, she was beyond reason.

And you love it. She has awoken something in you, **** it out of you, something a proud sex fighter can never admit to, never acknowledge. You strain against her firm hold but to no avail, as Elly pounds into you, embarrassingly loud, wet noises emanating from where your bodies join. Pleasure rolls over your body in crashing waves, each pulse arching your back involuntarily and pushing you deeper into her, worsening your exquisite suffering with every movement, grating the head of your dick.