My Steamy Story: He keeps fucking her even after her orga...

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Okay, bestie, so let me spill the absolute tea on this wild night. I'm talking about the time my man, Leo, went full supernatural rizz and just... no cap, I'm still shook.

So, I'd already had this mind-blowing orgasm, my pussy was clenching around his dick, and I was like, "Babe, stop, I'm so sensitive, please." But he just smirked, his eyes glowing low-key, and he grabbed this huge, like, boujee ceramic vase from the nightstand. It was literally the size of a small trash can, I'm not even kidding.

He held it up and was like, "I'm not stopping until this is full of your cum." I almost laughed, because that was physically impossible, big yikes. But then his hand started glowing on my thigh, and I felt this insane energy surge through me. My clit started throbbing, and another orgasm ripped through me without any warning. My back arched off the bed as I screamed, and I felt this gush of my cum just... pour out of me. I was begging, "It's too much, I can't!" but he just kept pounding my pussy, his dick feeling bigger and harder with every thrust.

The vase was only, like, an inch full. He was using his powers to force my body to keep producing, to keep cumming. Orgasm after orgasm wrecked me. Each one was more intense than the last, my whole body shaking, my vision blurring. I'd whimper, "Leo, no more," and he'd just growl, "Almost there, baby," driving into me harder. I lost count after the seventh or eighth one. The sound of my cum splashing into the vase was the only thing I could focus on besides the brutal pleasure-pain. Finally, with one last, convulsing scream, I felt a final, massive flood leave me. The vase was full. He slid out, and I just collapsed, completely senseless, a soaked, trembling mess. He looked at the overflowing vase, then back at me with this feral, hungry look, and I knew we were far from done. Oof.