Babe Strokes Cock With Elsa Jean Fleshlight Ruined Orgasm
“Ruined Orgasm with Elsa Jean and her Fleshlight”
By Weakbutstrong
Elsa Jean was a young, nubile blonde hotty with a hungry craving for cock. She had a petite frame, small perky breasts, and an insatiable appetite for sexual stimulation. One day, the ambitious babe decided to spice up her masturbation routine by indulging in some anal play with a cute strap-on and a Fleshlight – her trusty cock-sleeve companion.
As she lay on her back on the bed, naked and glistening with sweat, Elsa reached down between her creamy thighs and slid the silicone cock into her tight, puckered anus. “Mmm, that’s it baby,” she cooed to herself, slowly pumping the phallus in and out. “Get that asshole warmed up for me.”
Once she was good and relaxed, the horny brat grabbed her Fleshlight and brought it to her mouth. She ran her tongue along the supple texture, slathering it with saliva before sucking on the tip like a cock. The lewd slurping sounds echoed through her bedroom as she worked the toy with her lips and tongue.
“Gonna suck this cock like a good slut-ahrgg” Elsa moaned around the sleeve, pumping her wrist faster. She added more spit, coating the edges of the toy with a generous helping of lube. The sticky strands hung from the lips of the entrance, glistening under the dim light. With her free hand, she rolled and tugged her nipples, sending little shocks of pleasure to her core.
Cumming wasn’t really her end goal here. No, Elsa wanted to be denied, to drag this out and ruin her orgasm. She wanted to be reduced to a slobbering, frustrated mess, begging for release. It was a twisted precedent, but it was oddly cathartic to let go of self-control.
The petite vixen tightened her grip on the fake cock and furiously pumped it. Her arm was a blur of motion, the plastic rod plunging in and out of the Fleshlight’s tight, realistic sleeve with every stroke. Her pussy clenched around the strap-on in her asshole, squeezed it like a vice. Lewd, squelching noises emanated from both holes, filling the room with salacious sounds.
“Ah, ah, ah…gonna…gonna fucking c-c-c-” Elsa stuttered out, her entire body tensing up. She could feel the orgasm building up to an explosive crescendo…but she would deny herself. She couldn’t just let go, couldn’t allow herself the release she so desperately craved. She had to hold on, no matter what.
With a herculean effort, the girl snatched the vibrator away from her sensitive bud just as the orgasm crested. She threw it to the floor and clenched her whole body down, holding her breath and shallowing her heart rate. The denial was palpable, the hunger for climax nearly unbearable. Beads of sweat dripped down her temple, soaking into the pillow beneath her head. Her muscles shook uncontrollably, toes curling and thighs quivering. She bit down on her lower lip hard enough to draw blood. The taste of copper flooded her mouth as she mentally screamed in anguish, the pleasure-destroying ecstacy driving her wild.
“Nngh…goddammit…fuck!” she finally huffed out, releasing the tension that had accumulated in her body. Elsa flopped down on her bed, still sweaty and breathing like she just ran a marathon. “Holy hell…”
She spent the next 10 minutes basking in the afterglow of her ruined orgasm, relishing in the sweet, frustrating agony of her defused climax. When she finally got up to dispose of the strap-on and Fleshlight, she noticed her well-used sex sleeve had leaked around the sides, leaving sticky streaks across the bed sheets. Well, they were easy to wash. Totally worth it for the catharsis.
Elsa chuckled and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, admiring her reflection in the mirror. What a naughty girl she was, indulging herself like that. Perhaps she was a little too secure in her own sexuality – but maybe that’s what made her all the more alluring. The carefree, outgoing nature, the hunger she had for pleasure and taboo…
Hmm. There were far worse qualities in a woman. Fires had to burn, after all, no matter how much they may smoke and singe those who dared bite the apple of carnal knowledge. And what was sex if not an act of carnal knowledge?
With that philosophical thought, the conscious young woman decided to shower the sex musk off her body and make breakfast. Eggs over easy, maybe two slices of crispy bacon…her stomach was growling something fierce, whether it be from paranoia or biological necessity. The day was young, and she had many more naughty adventures planned with her trusty Fleshlight.
