The smell of sweat and cum permeated the air, making the room feel hotter than it already was. My mind was teetering on the edge of paradise as my own moans resounded in my ears.
My hands had grown weak, unable to support my weight as I laid in a quivering mess against Dameon's curved suede chaise. Each thrust of his machine was driving me insane from how it cared not if I was already sensitive from the initial climax.
The sensitive walls of my ass shook and quivered from being pummelled helplessly by his ruthless machine while my nipples were tortured by the strong vibration of his bullet vibrators. And as my hips followed the rhythm of his thrusting machine, my chest followed suit and rubs against the chaise— the vibrators pressing into my skin as the sensation incites tingles of shock waves all throughout my body.
