Tears and Frustration

She picked up the pace, fucking herself with desperation, hoping to overcome her body’s restraints. Sweat dripped from her face, and her thighs shook as her muscles twitched, ready for release. Alexa couldn’t stop herself from groaning into her leather gag as she pushed her sore fingers against her throbbing clit. Another minute passed: her muscles continued to spasm, and a cramp built in her stomach. Her muscles gripped the hairbrush, milking the handle in expectation of an explosive release that wouldn’t arrive. Her sticky cunt fluttered with pleasure for a brief moment, torturing her with a faint glimpse of an orgasm before melting away, leaving Alexa with a burning, sore, spasming pussy.

She cried out in anger as hot tears rolled down her face. An overwhelming feeling of shame washed over her as she realized how deeply she had succumbed to her body’s urges. And after all that, she didn’t even get to cum. She was disgusted with herself. She turned over into her bed, screamed into her pillow, and slammed her fists against the mattress.