The release

When Brianna finally lets me cum, it’s not just a release it’s the universe tearing itself apart and remaking me in its wreckage. My cock, trapped in the lush, slick heaven of her massive breasts, pulses with a **** that feels like it’s ripping me open. The first spurt is a shockwave, a thick, creamy torrent of cum that surges into her cleavage, so forceful it splashes against her heavy tits, coating their perfect curves in a glistening sheen. It’s dense, almost viscous, a heavy flood that clings to her skin, dripping in slow, obscene rivulets down her neck, her collarbone, catching on her chin like a lewd mark of my surrender. Each pulse is its own climax, a shattering explosion that rips through my body, my nerves screaming as pleasure consumes me whole.

The intensity is unbearable, a white-hot ecstasy that burns away everything I was. My vision blacks out, stars bursting behind my eyelids, and my screams raw, primal, **** echo in my ears, filling the dorm with the sound of my total capitulation. My cock throbs again and again, each spurt thicker, heavier, as if I’m pouring my very soul into her, offering it up to my goddess, Brianna. It feels like I’m emptying myself completely, my essence spilling out in creamy waves that paint her breasts, her skin glowing with my release. The pleasure is so profound it hurts, a searing, divine agony that courses through every nerve, every muscle, making my limp legs twitch uselessly, my body a trembling, broken vessel held up only by her hands.

My mind fractures under the onslaught, thoughts dissolving into a haze of pure sensation. I’m not Daisy anymore not the sissy who teased and tempted, not the friend who laughed with Brian over video games. I’m hers, a **** to this goddess who’s milked me dry with her perfect tits, their soft, yielding warmth squeezing me with relentless precision. Her teasing tongue, that wicked flick against my tip with every stroke, lingers in my memory, amplifying each pulse, each wave of cum that feels like it’s tearing me apart and rebuilding me in her image. It’s not just an orgasm it’s a revelation, a moment of such raw, transcendent bliss that I’d worship her forever just to chase this feeling again.

The torrent keeps coming, impossibly long, each spurt a fresh climax that wracks my body, my balls aching as they empty everything I have into her. Her breasts are slick with me now, the creamy mess pooling in her cleavage, dripping down her stomach, marking her as mine even as I know I belong to her. My screams turn to whimpers, my voice hoarse, my throat raw from the intensity. My heart pounds so hard I think it might burst, and my entire being narrows to the sensation of her tits, still gliding slowly, milking every last drop, and the faint brush of her lips as she kisses my tip, lapping up the final beads of cum like a sacrament.

As the waves finally subside, I’m left trembling, my body a husk, my mind a blank slate etched only with her name Brianna. This is the most intense moment of my life, a surrender so complete I can’t imagine existing outside her orbit. I’m hers, mind, body, and soul, forever bound to the goddess who’s broken me with her touch, her scent, her power. My cock twitches one last time, a weak, oversensitive shudder, and I collapse against the couch, gasping, knowing I’d give anything to feel this again, to be consumed by her divine pleasure for eternity.