“Haah~, sounds amazing!” Samantha’s cock grew bigger and harder just from the description of what awaited Ember. “Though, wasn’t she supposed to be punished?”
As Samantha made out with Beatrice, she lanted that she simply did not have enough hands for all of herself and Beatrice. Samantha copped a feel of Beatrice’s giant tits, but at the sa ti her own erect nipples begged for stimulation. Her salivating desire for cock made it impossible not to reach the giant at pole that just continued to grow, even past the size that Samantha rembered from last ti with the succubus. However, faced with a new throbbing need between her own legs combined with an overflowing pussy that cried out for a real hot piece of at instead of the lukewarm hard piece of food, Samantha senses were slowly overwheld.
Beatrice enjoyed the sight of Samantha squirming with desire, feeling her aching need for pleasure. Poor thing has no idea what’s in store for her, Beatrice thought. However, Beatrice was sarcastic. Instead of pity, Beatrice was happy and excited for Samantha who was about to open a new chapter in her cursed sex life. I need to prepare her properly or else Ember will eat her alive.
Like Samantha, Beatrice moved her hand to her make-out partner’s cock. But instead of touching Samantha’s cock, Beatrice grabbed the base of the dildo inside Samantha’s drenched pussy and pulled it nearly completely out, revealing a decently girthy, six-inch long, smooth, and straight wooden dildo.
“AHN!?” Samantha gasped when her expectations got subverted.
“What sort of barbaric punishnt wouldn’t involve the punished cumming at least once?” Beatrice finally answered Samantha’s question with another question just before she thrust the dildo all the way back into Samantha’s pussy.
“AGKHUH!” Samantha let out a groan from the explosive force her mind was assaulted with and grabbed on to Beatrice as she tried to manage the new feelings.
“Or cumming twice? Or thrice?” Beatrice kept questioning Samantha on the crucial elents of punishnt, thrusting the dildo in and out of Samantha with each question. “Or ten tis over? Until the punished begs to stop, unable to handle the pleasure, only to get fucked right into another orgasm!?”
“Ah! Ahhhh! Aaahnnn~” Samantha moaned right into Beatrice’s soft, accepting breasts while eting each dildo thrust with the forward motion of her hips. To sink that dildo deeper. To feel it stronger. And not just in her pussy, but through her cock too.
With so many consecutive thrusts into her pussy, each of which Samantha’s felt right through her cock, moaning and twitching from the pleasure was all she could do as she dug her nails deeper and deeper into Beatrice’s back. The surprisingly effective dildo fucking sohow affected both her pleasure organs, one of which bombarded her brain with utterly new sensations and cravings.
“Wh-wha-AH!-what the hell!!?” Samantha moaned and cried in a state of disbelief as she held on to Beatrice for dear life. The carved piece of wood that was usually a barely acceptable, glorified ‘you must be this long to ride’ asuring stick was about to make her cum.
The surge of pleasure from each dildo thrust blasted through Samantha. It rushed through her pussy up to the base of her new cock and straight up its entire length, electrifying every nerve in both her organs, culminating at the very tip in a mini burst of pleasure, making Samantha’s mind run wild with fantasies of what a cock orgasm could feel like—no—will feel like.
Samantha already knew that her orgasm was inevitable. The rising pleasure that she felt with each thrust quickly beca scary. If her virgin cock felt that good without even being touched, what will it feel like when she finally cums? Will it explode? What about when Samantha finally sticks that thing into a pussy? Will it lt from the heat and pleasure? Will she lt?
Samantha could not understand it. How could a simple cock be so alien to her? Samantha spent more ti with so random dick inside her than not. Held them, sucked them and fucked them in every way imaginable to spice things up until it got so boring that it rolled right back around to most basic fucking. The number of cock orgasms Samantha saw or felt inside her was beyond the counting. Yet now her body acted like that of a pent-up virgin’s in the expert hands of a cougar?
How could this one cock, her cock, make Samantha feel like her life was about to change forever? Why did her approaching orgasm feel so different, so unknown, so scary?
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