Sixth and Seventh

I grab the opportunity. I press my loins even deeper into the Hitachi. I allow the quavers and trembles which embrace my cunt to shoot reports about that right into my brain, and my mind carries off on them. I embrace my sensation, and give it a free reign of euphoria in my head.

I don’t need more to drive me into my sixth orgasm in less than a minute from there. It feels even more overwhelming, as if it is building right on top of the last one, and experiencing it on a deeper level, closer to the core of my self.

I just repeat my trick after that; I keep pressing myself into the half-spere, not allowing my pussy the chance for any rest in between. I take care to keep my mind floating on its cloud, preventing comedown. It is harder this time, but quivering the seventh out of my hot and desirous cunt is still only a matter of a few minutes. I can hear my own moaning and lamenting echo from the walls when it comes, almost drowning out the “SEVEN” yell on my lips. There is no defiance in it anymore, it has become a mere statement of fact, an automaton that gets executed while I submerge even deeper into another release.