CHAPTER 32. SENSORY OVERLOAD
The pounding continues. It is a relentless, driving rhythm that defines my entire existence in this moment.
This is exquisite, delicious torture; explicit, blissful destruction that tears down the walls of my sanity brick by brick. And I have accepted it. I am welcoming it, opening myself to the devastation even though I feel weak, as if my bones have turned to liquid and my muscles to jelly. Both halves of my body feel wrecked, utterly used, and completely at his mercy.
Fred, is taking complete control, looming over me like a titan of lust. He squeezes my leg against his thick, throbbing shaft, milking himself with the friction of my own flesh. He is taking advantage of the situation, smashing and pounding into me with reckless abandon, a man possessed by t
