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I liked to push the boundaries.

The pressure would make her heart pump harder, her lungs would strain to get the air they needed.

And as her body was fighting for what it desperately wanted, the sensation would build and explode through her small frame.

Ivy's eyes started to gloss over, her mouth forming a perfect O as she lifted her neck into my hand and pushed it harder into her throat. Squeezing down with my thumb and fingers, her back was curved, thighs trembling. The orgasm grew and melted over her body as her pussy clenched around my finger and her muscles went limp.

The convulsion her body made was not only visible, but I felt it ride my arm, hitting my dick with raw desire. I was going to fuck her—not now—but when she was ready.

This was just a taste of what I could give her. A sense of release that she needed in order to succumb to what I wanted.

Her pussy would call for me, it would desire me.

She would need me to keep going.

She would need me to live.

And I would help her to realize that.