Fifth

No word of praise about these things has been a lie. The moment I make contact, a warm glow engulfs me. The trembling hits my clit in a casual way, and it is very easy to convince my pussy to embrace the sensation. My **** is pushed away as if it was never there. It pulls me back into the realm of sex as a challenge, which doesn’t require any skill at all; it just takes and devours without wondering. It reaches everywhere: my belly, my hips, my arse, my thighs. I don’t have to make any further effort for the mood shift I was looking for. All of my nether regions feel as if they have been lit up with the tip of a marker pen. And all of it screams to my brain: sex, sex, sex…

No matter the hardships of my night, I haven’t cum since yesterday, and my pussy is ready for quick service. I barely have the time to get thoroughly wet before the delicious trembling in my cunt delivers me into orgasm within a minute. I manage to keep my position, pressing myself into the Hitachi, all throughout it, and after. It prevents me from having my cool down, the continued vibration just won’t let me. I do not descend from arousal, I manage to continue to feed it, and carry it on through the afterglow of orgasm. From there, somehow, I am right at the gate of the next one.