Let the orgasm crash through me completely while Sasha continues fucking

Harpy Aviary, Building Four, Paradise Breeding Farm, Rural Montana, at 12:49 PM on Monday April 3rd, 2024 (Day 1 of 7)

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The orgasm detonates through my body like a bomb.

Sasha's thumb presses down hard on my clit at the exact moment her cock drives impossibly deep, and everything inside me just breaks. My back arches violently off the concrete floor, my legs locking around her waist with desperate strength as my pussy clamps down on her shaft in rhythmic, pulsing waves.

"FUCK!" The scream tears out of my throat, raw and primal. My whole body convulses beneath Sasha's weight—trembling, shaking, every muscle contracting as pleasure floods through my nervous system in overwhelming cascades.

Sasha groans above me, her clawed fingers digging into my hips as my inner walls squeeze her cock with vise-like intensity. "That's it. Milk my fucking cock while you cum. Show me what a good breeding toy you are."

I can't answer. I can't think. The orgasm just keeps going—wave after wave of sensation radiating out from my core, intensifying with every brutal thrust Sasha delivers. My pussy is gushing around her shaft, soaking both of us, the wet sounds of her fucking me obscenely loud in the aviary.

"Look at her face," Skye's voice drifts from somewhere nearby, thick with arousal. "She's completely gone."

"She's cumming so hard she can't even make sounds anymore," Zephyr adds, her tone admiring. "Just that high-pitched whimpering."

They're right. The only sounds escaping my throat are desperate, breathless whimpers as the climax continues to tear through me. My vision whites out completely—there's nothing but sensation, the feeling of Sasha's massive cock stretching me open, her thumb still circling my oversensitive clit, the way her hips slam against mine with punishing force.

"You're going to remember this orgasm forever," Sasha growls, leaning down to bite my neck hard enough to leave marks. "Every time you walk through this farm, every time you see me, you're going to remember how I made you cum so hard you forgot your own fucking name."

She's absolutely right. As the peak finally starts to ebb—my body still trembling and hypersensitive—all thoughts of feeding schedules, profit quotas, farm management responsibilities have been completely obliterated. There's only the feeling of being pinned beneath a demon futa, my pussy still clenching weakly around her cock, my body utterly surrendered.

"Good girl," Sasha purrs, not slowing her pace at all. "Now we're going to see how many more times I can make you cum before I flood this tight little pussy with my seed."

"Oh god," I manage to whimper. My oversensitized nerves are already building toward something again, Sasha's relentless fucking driving me toward a second climax without any recovery time.

"That's right," Sasha says, her grin feral. "We're just getting started."