Nanase Asahina Orgasm Overload: Giant Cock Domination. Denied touch, denied pleasure, denied release for what felt like an eternity. The build-up had been excruciating, a tight coil of tension winding tighter and tighter within her. She was a girl on the verge, a powder keg ready to explode. When the command finally came – freedom – her body throbbed with anticipation, a desperate, clawing need.
Then she saw it. Towering above her, thick as her wrist and impossibly long, it pulsed with life, a dark, engorged promise of everything she’d been missing. Her breath hitched. For a moment, shock held her still. This wasn’t just big; it was monstrous, intimidating. But beneath the surprise, desire surged, untamed and ravenous after its forced slumber.
Forget gentle. Forget slow. Her hands, slick with her own arousal, reached out, greedily grasping the thick shaft. She pulled him closer, her mouth finding his, hungry and demanding. His groan vibrated against her lips as she tasted him, the metallic tang of pre-cum already slick on his head. The kiss was brutal, a clash of teeth and tongues, fueled by weeks of denied urges.
He didn’t wait, didn’t ask. With a guttural sound, he positioned himself, the head of his cock pressing against her wet entrance. The sheer size of it was breathtaking. He pushed, and she gasped, a sharp intake of air turning into a moan as he buried himself deep. It stretched her, filled her completely, pushing past any sense of comfort and straight into pure, raw sensation.
Riding him was like being thrown against a tempest. He pounded into her, each thrust deep and relentless, hitting that spot, that nerve center that sent shivers of pleasure radiating through her core. Her head lolled back, her throat opening in a soundless scream. She was slick and wet, her own juices lubricating the frenzied assault. She could feel herself coming apart, the pressure building with each forceful stroke.
Then it happened. A wave, a tsunami of pleasure crashed over her. Her muscles clenched, spasming around him as she erupted, a guttural cry escaping her lips. But it wasn’t over. He kept going, driving deeper, harder, pushing her further into the abyss of ecstasy. Another orgasm ripped through her, then another, each one more intense than the last. She was drowning in sensation, lost in the relentless pounding, her body convulsing, shuddering, a symphony of pure, unrestrained release. Snot and tears mixed on her face, her body slick with sweat and come, a testament to the overwhelming domination of his cock and the sheer, desperate craving that had finally been unleashed. This, she realized, was more than just release; it was pure, unadulterated overload.
