Long and Hard

Her hips slam down again and again as she continues to ride you. Her arms lay around your neck for support as you feel her weight shifting continuously. Her legs are almost hypnotic, her quadriceps lurking underneath sweat-covered, thick thighs and showing themselves in synch with every movement. Her pussy is a crucible, burning hot as you feel your cock being ridden into submission. You feel it throbbing, doing its best to resist her walls crushing you. It feels like it might explode any moment, not just in orgasm but also from the pressure inside.

And yet you cant. Your entire being, body, mind and soul is begging for release, but she will not allow it. Her body gyrates and contracts every so often, as if teasing you with that ultimate release.

And it does not come.

Up and down she slides, rides. Again and again,

Time becomes a haze as all you can think of is the throbbing and the fire in your loins.

It might have taken an eternity, it might have been just an hour, but finally she stops moving. Sneaking a hand downwards, you hear a click and feel pressure disappear. Your tormentor starts to gyrate her hips, and you can make out a small smile on her face.

"You've been a good boy John. You may cum."

And you do.

A veritable torrent of cum shoots out, the pressure in your loins staying for just a moment longer as spurt after spurt after spurt of seed is shot deep in her slit.

The woman stands up, your sore and battered cock being pulled from her cunt. As it touches the cold air, you notices how it hurts - but not too much. As if your body knows that the hard part is over.

"I'll send someone to clean you up and take you to a more permanent cell. After all, I might need that cock once more~"

And with a saucy smirk, she leaves the interrogation room.