Coralie can only orgasm through ballbusting
AI generated story.
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Coralie stood over her husband, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she cracked her knuckles. The room was silent except for the faint ticking of the clock on the wall, marking the seconds that would lead to his inevitable pain and her unquenchable pleasure.
"Ready for this, love?" Coralie purred, her voice dripping with anticipation.
Her husband, lying flat on his back, swallowed hard. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he looked up at her. "Can't we just... do something else tonight?" he pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper.
Coralie smirked, shaking her head slowly. "You know the rules. You want access to this sweet pussy of mine, you gotta earn it." She gestured towards her crotch, her fingers tracing imaginary lines along her inner thighs.
He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. "Okay," he conceded, bracing himself.
With a swift motion, Coralie drew back her arm, her fist clenched tight. Her aim was true as she swung forward, connecting solidly with his testicles. A sharp cry escaped his lips as he curled into a protective ball, the pain searing through him.
"Oh, come on," Coralie teased, her tone playful yet demanding. "Is that all you've got? I need more than that if you want me to really enjoy myself."
Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to relax. "Do it again," he managed to say through clenched jaws.
Coralie obliged, her fist flying through the air once more. This time, the impact was even harder, causing him to gasp for air. She watched intently as he struggled to breathe, her own excitement building with each passing second.
"That's better," she cooed, stepping closer. "Now, let's see if we can make this a little more interesting."
She reached out, grabbing his hair and yanking his head back. His eyes met hers, filled with a mix of pain and desperation. "I want you to imagine my pussy while I do this," she instructed, her voice husky with desire. "Imagine how wet and ready it is for you."
He nodded, closing his eyes once again. Coralie positioned herself, her legs straddling his chest. With a wicked grin, she lifted her knee and brought it crashing down onto his groin. His body convulsed with the force of the blow, a guttural moan escaping his throat.
Coralie felt her own orgasm building, the intensity of his pain fueling her arousal. "Keep imagining it," she urged, her voice breathless. "Think about how good it would feel to be inside me right now."
Another knee strike followed, then another, each one pushing him closer to his breaking point. Yet, despite the agony, he found himself lost in the fantasy of her smooth, inviting pussy, the thought driving him to endure.
Finally, Coralie couldn't hold back any longer. As she delivered one final, brutal kick, her body trembled with release. She collapsed beside him, her breathing ragged as she basked in the afterglow of her multiple orgasms.
"Well done, love," she whispered, reaching out to stroke his hair. "Now, let's see if you're ready for your reward."