Eventually, she reaches the point where she KNOWS she's close, pulls away from his fingers OH SO RELUCTANTLY. She positions herself over the Rod of the Sun. She's so wet, so slick, this should be easy.
She grimaces a bit at the cold feeling of it, but soldiers on. She's about halfway 'on' the Rod when something goes wrong. Bronze doesn't flex, not like his flesh, and she moves in such a way as to drive the mass of the Rod into her vagina in such a way that she bruises herself.
A cry of pleasure at his touch, at her arousal, warps into a small cry of PAIN. It hurts, and she pulls herself off of the Rod, breath too fast and with pain having dulled her arousal considerably.
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Date: 2024-06-27 03:10 am (UTC)Eventually, she reaches the point where she KNOWS she's close, pulls away from his fingers OH SO RELUCTANTLY. She positions herself over the Rod of the Sun. She's so wet, so slick, this should be easy.
She grimaces a bit at the cold feeling of it, but soldiers on. She's about halfway 'on' the Rod when something goes wrong. Bronze doesn't flex, not like his flesh, and she moves in such a way as to drive the mass of the Rod into her vagina in such a way that she bruises herself.
A cry of pleasure at his touch, at her arousal, warps into a small cry of PAIN. It hurts, and she pulls herself off of the Rod, breath too fast and with pain having dulled her arousal considerably.