The light of submission. Florence begs him to cum…

“Please…” she whispered in a hoarse whisper.

Bryce instantly stopped thrusting, his cock balls deep in her ass, partly so he could withdraw, if she asked it, partly to delay his own onrushing orgasm. When her hand stopped as well, dropping from her wet cooch, his came around, fingering her cunt and flickering over her cunt in feather light touches. “Please…what?” he asked to her moaning, exhausted body.

Her ass instinctively continued to milk his cock, despite her exhaustion, despite her almost painful continued orgasms. “Please cum for me, I can’t take anymore,” her voice was shockingly level. She’d been pushed beyond the usual peaks and valleys of orgasm, into a plateau of pleasure that she knew her body could not long endure.

“What will you give me to cum now, instead of keeping going, prolonging my own pleasure as long as possible?” Bryce asked cruelly, a savage thrust in her ass pressing her clit against his hand. He existed on the knife’s edge of pleasure.

“Anything,” she shuddered, voice shaking again as he drove her upwards from that plateau to new realms of pleasure. “Please, I’m about to fucking pass out at work, naked on my desk covered in sweat and you’ll be left fucking my **** body, that can’t be as much fun as having a real partner.” She pushed with all her strength on her arms, arching off the desk forcing herself backwards a bit on his cock and squeezed the muscles of her tight ass as hard as she could. It changed the angle on his cock in a manner most pleasant, bringing him even closer to tipping over the edge. “Think about it, you could have your own sex ****, just cum, please…”

He leaned forward and whispered, “I only want one thing from you, dear Aunt Flo,”