LucianDevine
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Despite the fact that it was Ava "torturing" him so, Devon couldn't help but appreciate the feel of her hand on his knee after she turned the toy off and gave him the time he needed to catch his breath. He couldn't even force himself to open his eyes at first, and it wasn't until he felt her hand start to move along the inside of his thigh that he was actually able to manage it. He turned his head towards Ava, but found himself at a complete loss for words.
After some amount of time that Devon didn't even want to speculate on, he heard Ava speak once more. Her words pulled a long and low groan from his lips. He felt himself wondering if he would even have the strength to finish what she'd started, let alone remember to ask permission before it was too late.
In the end though, there was only one thing for Devon to do. His cock wasn't fully hard when he started to stroke again, but it didn't take long for his body to remedy that situation. Even if his admittedly tired body hadn't been able to manage the task though, The feeling of the toy inside him buzzing to life once more would certainly have done the trick. When he first felt it, a soft hiss slipped from him. He jumped when he felt the vibrations grow even stronger than they had been before though.
Devon's eyes slipped closed as his hand continued to slide up and down the slick length of his cock. His voice was anything but quiet as he stroked his cock though. A constant stream of moans and groans accompanied his panting breaths.
When Devon finally dared to open his eyes, another slightly louder groan slipped from him when he realized that only three minutes had gone by. He felt his body slowly start to build, and kept his eyes locked on the clock as he slowed his stroking. his breathing continued to get faster and faster as he watched the clock tick over, leaving him with just one minute left.
Despite the slow pace at which he was stroking, Devon felt that telltale building sensation low in his gut. He let out a loud and audible sigh when he saw the clock tick over that final time. "P-please Mistress... Please may I cum?" Though the word still sounded strange coming from him, he didn't hesitate to use it this time. There could be no doubt about who was in control right now, and he desperately hoped that she would say yes. He'd done better than he'd imagined he would, and he was genuinely worried that he would fail her once again if she didn't say yes. Despite that fear of failure though, he did keep stroking, albeit at about as slow and controlled a pace as he could muster just then.
After some amount of time that Devon didn't even want to speculate on, he heard Ava speak once more. Her words pulled a long and low groan from his lips. He felt himself wondering if he would even have the strength to finish what she'd started, let alone remember to ask permission before it was too late.
In the end though, there was only one thing for Devon to do. His cock wasn't fully hard when he started to stroke again, but it didn't take long for his body to remedy that situation. Even if his admittedly tired body hadn't been able to manage the task though, The feeling of the toy inside him buzzing to life once more would certainly have done the trick. When he first felt it, a soft hiss slipped from him. He jumped when he felt the vibrations grow even stronger than they had been before though.
Devon's eyes slipped closed as his hand continued to slide up and down the slick length of his cock. His voice was anything but quiet as he stroked his cock though. A constant stream of moans and groans accompanied his panting breaths.
When Devon finally dared to open his eyes, another slightly louder groan slipped from him when he realized that only three minutes had gone by. He felt his body slowly start to build, and kept his eyes locked on the clock as he slowed his stroking. his breathing continued to get faster and faster as he watched the clock tick over, leaving him with just one minute left.
Despite the slow pace at which he was stroking, Devon felt that telltale building sensation low in his gut. He let out a loud and audible sigh when he saw the clock tick over that final time. "P-please Mistress... Please may I cum?" Though the word still sounded strange coming from him, he didn't hesitate to use it this time. There could be no doubt about who was in control right now, and he desperately hoped that she would say yes. He'd done better than he'd imagined he would, and he was genuinely worried that he would fail her once again if she didn't say yes. Despite that fear of failure though, he did keep stroking, albeit at about as slow and controlled a pace as he could muster just then.