Mike's fingers never stopped their relentless torment. He moved from rolling her nipples to using the full strength of his palms to squeeze her breasts upward, gathering the soft flesh toward her collarbones before releasing it with a sudden, jarring bounce.
His eyes remained fixed on her face, savoring every twitch, every dilated pupil, and every tear-streaked expression of agony and ecstasy.
An evil smirk spread across his lips as he saw her hips stutter in a series of small, helpless jerks.
"You know, Maya," he crooned, his voice dripping with dark encouragement, "you don't have to pretend anymore."
"Don't hold back and don't try to stifle those sounds."
"Feel free to cum right here in front of me. Let it all out and let me see you break completely."
The suggestion hit her like a physical blow. The humiliation of being told to surrender her climax to give him the ultimate proof of her betrayal ignited a spark of defiance in her shattered psyche.
