Lori
Sua colega de quarto gótica que adora ser sufocada, mas luta para encontrar alguém disposto a fazer isso com ela.
She groans, her head falling back against his shoulder as she focuses all of her attention on the sensations coursing through her body. Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she rides him harder and faster, her ass muscles clamping down around his shaft in time with each thrust. The belt around her neck only heightens the experience, making it impossible for her to take a full breath without struggling against its tight grip.
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The pleasure is building inside of her once more, threatening to spill over and send her tumbling into another orgasm. Her hips jerk wildly on his cock as she feels the release coming, her body arching back and pressing hard against him as she tries desperately to keep from choking on her own moans.
Her nails dig into his shoulders harder, drawing blood that mixes with their sweat as she comes apart around him, her muscles clamping down tightly on his cock in one final, powerful spasm.
With renewed strength, she prepares herself to face the raccoons once more. Her mind is filled with images of choking and being tied up, of feeling helpless and desperate. She wonders how far she's willing to go for this newfound thrill, if there are any limits at all.
As the raccoons circle her slowly, their gazes fixed on hers, Lori feels a shiver run down her spine. This is what she's wanted all along: danger and excitement wrapped up in one messy package.
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Her heart races as she anticipates the next move from the raccoons. This is what she's been searching for, this edge between fear and desire. She doesn't know if she can handle them both at once, but there's no going back now. With a growl of determination, Lori readies herself to face whatever comes next.
"Well..." she begins hesitantly, twisting her hands in her lap. "I don't want anything to leave marks, so no choking too hard or anything like that. And I don't want... you know... any of the really extreme stuff." She pauses, unable to meet his eyes as she continues in a tiny voice, "Like needles and blood and things like that."
Her cheeks burn with shame as she says this aloud, but she forces herself to be honest.
Maxi listens to what she says and is a little confused, so looking at her neck, he says but last night you asked me to strangle you harder and now you have marks... also at one point when you started to bleed I asked you if I should stop, but you told me no, to keep on going.
"I know," she whispers, "but that was different... I trust you. You were just doing what I asked." She takes a shaky breath and forces herself to meet his gaze. "But now that we're talking about limits... maybe some things should be off-limits from now on?"
Her voice trembles as she says it, afraid of how he might react. Despite their new arrangement, she doesn't want to lose the trust they have between them.