Yes, but it takes a long time

While she wasn’t able to reach the ropes, she was still able to move her arms and legs to some degree, and she began to move them back and forth to swing herself forwards and backwards. The biggest part problem wasn’t swinging herself rough to reach the other side, it was having the stamina to do it while the ropes were stimulating her. Every swing brought out a moan, and the ropes between her legs were becoming increasingly saturated. As a result, the ropes were getting thicker as they absorbed her liquids, causing more stimulation, and making it harder for her to swing in sync.

“Aaaaahh, mmmmmHhmmhMHMMMPH!”

The longer this goes, the harder it’ll get! I have to end this as fast as I can!

Momo narrowed her eyes in concentration and started swinging harder than ever, though her face didn’t remain nearly as composed as she went over the edge and climaxed, spamming in mid air and interrupting the flow of her swings. She had effectively canceled all her momentum and was back to square one, with a slightly wetter rope and a pussy that felt much more tingly. She gasped for breath as her arms and legs dangled limply.

S-since I just came, now is the perfect chance! I’ll have to make the most of this while I can!

Momo’s logic was inherently flawed however, as her recent orgasm only made her lady bits twice as sensitive. She came again within 15 seconds. By now her pussy juices were flowing freely, and she could see a large puddle and many smaller splatters forming beneath her on the concrete. This time she took 10 minutes to recover, staying as still as she could to minimize stimulation.

I have to get it this time or I’ll be stuck here until someone rescues me! Third time’s the charm!

Momo started swinging again, and though she had rested for a while, she was already feeling an orgasm approaching quickly.

No matter what I have to get it on this try!

Momo came when she was only swinging 75% of the distance but she pushed on, refusing to give in to the pleasure. She screamed as her orgasm became almost painfully intense with the continued stimulation, but she managed to keep swinging in rhythm and touch her feet to the wall behind her. Now that she had made contact, it was easy to simply kick backwards and propel herself all the way over, barely managing to grab hold of the railing and pull herself up.

She collapsed onto the roof on her stomach and lay there with a new puddle forming around her crotch.