You try to run, but Alex doesn’t let you

What the fuck am I doing?! I can’t get stuck like this!

You kick back with your legs, shoving off of Alex’s chest, but his grip on your hips is too good, and you’re too weak to pull free.

“Not so fast, bitch,” Alex growls in your ear, his breath hot against your skin, “nobody likes a tease.”

You’re about to respond when he hilts himself in you, reducing your words to a pathetic squeal of glee as you orgasm. He starts pounding you immediately, slamming his hips against your ass as hard as he can.

Your toes curl, your pussy clenches, and tears stream down your face. His swollen cock head crashes into your cervix with each and every thrust, confusing your newly-transformed mind with a torrent of excruciating orgasms, each one shattering part of your identity.

You’re being **** by your best friend for the second time, and you’re loving every second of it. With each blissful orgasm Alex forces on you, you’re losing memories, goals, values. You love it so much. You cry out in ecstasy as Alex reduces you to a happy, mindless fucktoy.

As you hang on to the last threads of yourself in the endless waves of orgasm, you hear Alex groan and stiffen. Hot wetness pours into you, seeping into every nook and cranny not filled by his throbbing shaft, and you’re overtaken by an orgasm so powerful that everything you felt until then is nothing, incomparable. Every single strand of muscle in your body tightens, your eyes roll back, and you let go. The last fragments of you fade away forever.