Despite her Herculean efforts, the expected explosion never came. Madison was pushing herself to the brink of madness, her fingers working with a frantic, bruising velocity, but the plateau stayed stubbornly high.
'Cum...! Cum...! Please cum...!' She begs to her. 'I usually cum faster if I do this, but why...?! Why can I still not cum and feel good without having him to touch me?!'
"This is getting boring now," Mike said. "But moving on."
"Almost...! Please... almost there...!"
She was suspended in a state of excruciating, unyielding tension, the "almost" that was killing her. Her muscles were cramping, her breath was a series of broken sobs, and the mental fatigue was starting to override the physical stimulation.
Mike watched her, his initial amusement fading into a bored sort of irritation. He sighed, checking his watch.
