She was almost relieved when nothing new happens for a while. Nothing except the growing aches of her body and the needs he'd instilled in her. Her skin itches with the drying fluids on it, blood and come and whatever else it was beginning to make it feel tight and cracking over already injured flesh. It keeps her from being able to just relax and maybe pass out, even more than the uncomfortable position, her enlarged breasts rubbing painfully against the rough surface with every painful breath.
Claudia doesn't know how long it is before the pain is buried beneath something that is both more and less pleasant. An aching desire to be filled in some capacity, to be used, to be fucked. It makes her wet with it, blood rushing to certain areas, including several she'd never had before today to help increase sensitivity and make her that much easier to pleasure. It begins to simmer, like a slow burn, coiled up with the need to let free...something.
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Date: 2016-05-08 11:32 pm (UTC)From:She was almost relieved when nothing new happens for a while. Nothing except the growing aches of her body and the needs he'd instilled in her. Her skin itches with the drying fluids on it, blood and come and whatever else it was beginning to make it feel tight and cracking over already injured flesh. It keeps her from being able to just relax and maybe pass out, even more than the uncomfortable position, her enlarged breasts rubbing painfully against the rough surface with every painful breath.
Claudia doesn't know how long it is before the pain is buried beneath something that is both more and less pleasant. An aching desire to be filled in some capacity, to be used, to be fucked. It makes her wet with it, blood rushing to certain areas, including several she'd never had before today to help increase sensitivity and make her that much easier to pleasure. It begins to simmer, like a slow burn, coiled up with the need to let free...something.