Orgasm is not the end; it is only the beginning. I want you to climax, but I want your body to keep moving inside me, to feel you grow more sensitive, almost painfully responsive to every shift I make. When you’ve already come yet I continue, that becomes the sweetest torture—the breath catching as you tremble, unable to endure, and I press on. I want to see your eyes, a mix of begging for mercy and for more, because you don’t want this to stop. Your heightened sensitivity after orgasm is not weakness; it’s your most honest reaction, and I want to explore it to the very last moment, to the final spasm, to the last breath. I will push you to the edge where pleasure nearly touches pain, and you won’t know whether to stop me or plead for more. With me, you don’t just reach climax—you keep feeling. And you’ll never know when it ends.
