lying in the sofa: Tales of Mystery, Hope, and Triumph

Slow, teasing edging dominates this torturous lying in the sofa. She brings herself to the brink over and over with feather-light touches, never quite letting herself cum. For twenty agonizing minutes the lying in the sofa documents every whimper as she stops just before climax, pussy lips swollen and dripping. She uses ice cubes on her clit, then hot breath, then nothing at all, thighs trembling from denial. When she finally allows the orgasm, it explodes out of her like a dam breaking—squirting arcs across the room while she screams in relief. Body still twitching with aftershocks, she gathers her own cum on her fingers and tastes it, eyes promising the next lying in the sofa will push her even closer to insanity.