Stella May’s Orgasm Marathon

No one warned me of something like this. I’ve experimented sexually with a few boyfriends before, but I was always in control. I definitely had use of my hands and feet. I’m sure none of my guys would tie me to a crate, my left leg tied all the way back, nipple pumps aching my tits. I couldn’t stop shivering. I wondered what he would do to me. I finally found out. He grabbed my head, turned it, and filled my mouth with his cock. I couldn’t push him away when he stayed in my throat for too long. I’ve never had so much spit ooze out of my mouth, hoping for a clear breath of air. The only time I did was he got between my legs. My leg tied back gave him enough room and access for whatever he wanted. All I could do was watch. He kept moving back and forth, taking turns obliterating my throat and pussy. I was so turned on. I wanted him to use me more. But he surprised me with something special: a vibrator. He placed it on my clit. It was too much to handle. I couldn’t control myself. He had to hold me down and gag me. I still continued jerking around and yelling as each orgasm built up for the next. He left me cum dizzy and shaking for hours.