Sir had me use a vibrator, and as soon as it was inside me, the powerful vibrations took over. My boyfriend was watching closely, his eyes following my every move, which made me feel both shy and thrilled.

The first orgasm hit me so hard. My pussy clenched tightly around the toy, and I could hardly believe how intense the waves of pleasure were. My body shook with each pulse, and I could feel the wetness spreading, making the vibrator and my thighs slick.

After the second orgasm, everything became incredibly sensitive. The continuous vibrations were almost too much, and I tried to pull the vibrator out, seeking a moment of relief. But my boyfriend gently but firmly held my wrists, not letting me move my hands away. It was overwhelming, but I trusted him completely.

With the vibrator still inside, each movement felt amplified. My pussy clenched tightly around the toy, and I felt so helpless. Every time I tried to shift or pull away, he kept me in place, and my body responded with intense pleasure. The wetness was everywhere, coating the vibrator and my thighs.

I lost count of how many orgasms they made me have. Each one seemed to blend into the next, making me more sensitive and overwhelmed. The feeling of being unable to stop, of having my hands held away, made everything feel more intense and exciting. My boyfriend’s watchful eyes and steady hands kept me grounded, even as my body trembled and convulsed with each climax.

Finally, Sir gave me a rest. By the end of the morning, I was completely exhausted but deeply satisfied. The sheets were soaked, a clear sign of the pleasure I had experienced and the control they both had over me. As I lay there, trembling and breathless, I felt a mix of amazement and contentment at how much I had gone through