Her heart rate is surging!

For over a minute you think Di has gotten the situation under control.

Whatever Mandy is doing is arousing her but hasn’t put her over the edge. But then with 1 minute 30 seconds left Di’s heart rate surges again.

114bpm……115bpm….116bpm…..117bpm….118bpm “Fuck”. The GAME has passed the three-minute mark. 118bpm. You blink. But yes, another plateau.

With 1 minute 05 seconds left on the GAME tracker the metrics marking Diana’s ascent to sexual ecstasy begin rising again. So does your anxiety.

The heart rate is still below the average for Di’s climax but climbing fast.

119bpm….120bpm…..

Di’s vaginal muscle contractions were also steadily rising. 5Hz, 6Hz, 7Hz, 8Hz! Your own heart is pounding. She has already passed into the red zone. You wait, despairing you’ll hear the GT tracker CONTEST alarm go off at any point

“Come on Di only 35 seconds to go! Hold in there babe…”

120 bpm holding the contractions fall to 7Hz.

29 seconds to go.

121pbm….21 seconds to go….8Hz, 9Hz….17 seconds to go…

The heart rate holds at 121bpm but the contractions start flicking 6Hz, 7Hz, 8Hz, 7Hz, 6HZ, 8Hz, 9Hz, 7Hz. You grimace as you realise you are starting to witness the beginning of Di’s **** orgasm.

8 seconds to go.

The understanding you have failed begins to sink in. “Oh shit, what have I done?” You know Mandy will not be gentle with Di. You have effectively consigned one of your best friends Di to an evening of being a sex **** with a depraved sorority bitch.

7 seconds to go. The CONTEST teases you by refusing to acknowledge the inevitable defeat.