A New Experience: Waiting for a Rabbit to Fall into a Trap

First came the vibrating egg, starting from my nipples, vibrating as it slid down, without touching my pubic area, stopping directly at my clitoris. The vibrations were intensely stimulating me; begging was useless, resisting was useless, so I could only moan, because the stimulation was unbearable, it felt so good. It didn't stay there long before the vibrating egg went inside, seemingly searching for a spot, the G-spot or to work with the anal plug? It stopped there, not too deep, not too shallow, yet it sent a powerful surge of stimulation through me. This time I screamed with my mouth wide open; too much stimulation was unbearable. I desperately wanted to get rid of the vibrating egg; I couldn't even tolerate such a small thing. Next, it was a dildo, which it actually put in my mouth, vibrating so hard my voice trembled even more, becoming even more lewd. This was clearly more powerful than the vibrating egg, and easier to use, but the goal was the same: after pressing my nipples and rotating my breasts, it finally attacked my clitoris. Three methods simultaneously, three focused and precise points, and I screamed until I was hoarse. All my attention was focused on my lower body. I collapsed because I felt both incredibly, incredibly, incredibly good and incredibly, incredibly, incredibly bad. I had an orgasm, but pleasure and pain erupted together. I couldn't tell if it was the ejaculation of orgasm or the spray of urine from incontinence. I could even consciously feel the floodwaters pouring out of my body, not in bursts, but in waves, a continuous spray, a continuous pleasure, lasting until the very end. "I did a good job, didn't I? Better than my uncle, right?" I had no strength to answer him. "Ah..." This time it was truly painful, this time it was truly empty. When he used the vibrator again as punishment to stimulate my clitoris, I couldn't take it anymore. It was the pain that I couldn't bear, the urge to escape that I couldn't bear. "Was it good?" he continued to urge. "I can't take it anymore, I'm uncomfortable now, let me go!" I had no choice but to answer. "I don't want it anymore, I'm going to die, ah!" He continued to torture my clitoris, stimulating all three areas without missing a single one. "I don't want it anymore," but no matter how much I struggled, I couldn't escape. "Then let's try another one." "Huh?" "He only gave me five seconds of peace, which was hardly any peace at all. He only released the vibrator for five seconds; the vibrator and anal plug were still there. 'Ah, no, I'll die,' he cried. He then took an electric dildo and inserted it into my cunt, without removing the vibrator, but pushing it even deeper. There was no rest, no pause, no reduction; instead, there was another one, because the vibrator was still pressed against my clitoris. My last bit of strength was drained, and the more intense stimulation overwhelmed all my senses. I couldn't scream. Besides instinctively trembling, all I could do was helplessly endure his manipulation. The vibrator was vibrating, the electric dildo was thrusting in and out, there was still the vibrator inside, and the anal plug in the back. It had been a long time since I had experienced such a concentrated wave of pleasure, it felt like I had never felt anything like this before." A few moments of thrusting shattered me; I climaxed again, feeling like I was about to faint, so exhausted. He immediately pulled out the vibrator, and a wave of emptiness washed over me. The continued stimulation from the vibrator brought back the pain, telling me both that the pleasure would continue and that the pain wouldn't lessen. "No more, really no more," the pain brought me back to my senses, and the senses made me plead, but my pleas were instantly rejected by the quartet. I couldn't even distinguish what an orgasm felt like anymore; it came too quickly. The cycle repeated itself, the cries of agony unending, until even the pain couldn't awaken me. I was utterly, utterly exhausted. But would he let me go? No. He pulled me up and kissed me, as if trying to give me some life force, to bring me back to life. Then he turned me over, making me kneel on the edge of the bed, so he could start the quartet again. "Stop, stop, stop, I'm really going to die!" "Hahaha, it's getting better and better, isn't it?" He laughed happily, thrusting incredibly fast. My moans only fueled his excitement, making him work even harder. One orgasm after another followed, and I kept releasing my last drops of vaginal fluid until he was satisfied. The vibrator was removed, but the dildo was still inside, the electric vibrator continued, and the anal plug was also helping. Even so, I felt immense liberation, because I was still half-dead and needed to breathe. The restraints were lifted, and I was picked up, not knowing where to go. I was too weak to struggle. After a while, warmth enveloped me, but there were also hands attacking me, and a hard rod in my way. But the warmth was still very comfortable, and my lower body felt comfortable too. Each got what they wanted. After a short rest, I felt someone undressing me. My instinct was to stop them, but the little strength I had regained was no match for them. I finally realized my surroundings: in the bathroom, or rather, in the bathtub, lying on top of someone. The person in front of me was undressing me, but I didn't recognize them. I quickly tried to process what I had done. Had I blacked out so quickly? "Don't block it. What are you blocking now?" The voice was familiar. I turned around and saw the uncle from before. I realized it was my blindfolded nephew, the scoundrel who drove me crazy. "You bastard! Can't we just have some fun?" I weakly punched him, but his hands continued to remove my socks. "Come on, let me wash you," the uncle's hands were kneading my breasts, while my nephew's hands were on my genitals. I didn't know what to do with my hands. Shower gel was applied to my body, and the older man gently massaged my breasts, moving them up and down, left and right, in circles and dots, making me laugh out loud. My nephew, meanwhile, applied shower gel to my genitals, his massage of my vulva surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to his earlier relentless torment. Both of them seemed to be enjoying themselves, so I thought, "Let's relax a bit. Is this a pre-trip cleanup before going home?" Looking at my nephew's erection, I knew I was being premature; he hadn't even finished yet. The two of them used every trick in the book to tease me, but I couldn't stop laughing, completely forgetting the torment I'd just endured. After washing my front, we turned over to wash my back. The older man focused intently on massaging my breasts, while my nephew could continue washing my buttocks, even washing my tail along with it—did he really think that was part of me? "Come on, you wash my uncle first." I'm not a queen, I can't always enjoy the treatment. My nephew picked me up and made me serve my uncle who was standing up. It was alright, I guess. I took the shower gel and slowly applied it to my uncle's body. When I was applying it to his back, I just hugged him, letting my small breasts serve him a little more. He was pretty good, but where did this nephew come from in the second half? Was it his plan or my little husband's plan? As I continued applying the gel, I glanced at his limp penis. It must have just ejaculated on me and hadn't recovered yet. Out of affection for my uncle, and maybe a little mischievousness, I suddenly felt great. I knelt down to properly motivate the brave warrior and see if he could still go to the battlefield. "Is he tired?" "..." I asked deliberately. "Damn, this slut, lick it faster," the uncle didn't say, but the nephew got excited. I stuck out my tongue, slowly approached, gently lifted it, and slowly moved forward. A teasing thought even sprouted in my mind. I wanted to tease his big cock. I took it in again, but as soon as it entered my mouth, I slowly started sucking, harder and harder, as if I was sucking his yang energy, which made me feel particularly proud. Sure enough, it quickly swelled up, straightening its back like a real man. //ultimatevisalusproducts.Mayday online video domestic online rod, became firm and strong, of course I like it, eat well and start, I work hard to masturbate, and my hands slowly stroke my balls. "Look at me," the uncle said, his interest piqued. He grabbed my head and thrust forcefully into my mouth, deeper and harder until it reached my throat. Surprisingly, I felt no aversion or struggle; it seemed that after we were both satisfied, my throat even seemed to enjoy his penetration. But instead of moving in and out, he simply stuck there, like a screw, constantly shaking and rotating my head, massaging his glans with my throat. I couldn't take it anymore. I pounded and pushed with both hands, but his large hands remained unmoved, continuing to sway left and right. My nephew joined in, grabbing my hands and pinning me to the uncle, making it impossible for me to escape. I was kidnapped, I was suffocating, I could only wait for his satisfaction. My little tricks, my teasing, were instantly dismantled, conquered, even imprisoned. But thankfully, it didn't mean the collapse of everything beautiful, because I suddenly wanted to try it myself, to see if he could satisfy me with this grinding, and how long I could endure. "Ah, fuck, fucking bastard," the uncle exclaimed excitedly. He'd finally finished, his cum gushing into my stomach, but I was still held captive, firmly filled. I could feel his large penis softening and withdrawing, and I slowly began to relax. "Your turn," the uncle pushed my head away, and I was immediately pushed towards my nephew. "Let her wash you again, clean you up first, Uncle," the nephew surprisingly wasn't in such a hurry, supporting me as I continued. I had no choice but to take the showerhead and wash the uncle's body. His penis was soft again; the previous surge was fleeting. It felt so small in my hand; this was probably when he was most obedient. I felt something was missing. Men are truly remarkable, but their power never lasts long. I finished washing and drying the uncle. During this time, he kept squeezing and playing with my breasts, while my nephew kept touching my genitals. Even with his penis soft, even with it useless, a man's heart is still restless. "Alright, come and serve your master," my nephew said, sitting on the toilet, his underwear down, his long spear pointing skyward. I then realized it was even longer, no less thick than my uncle's. I was doomed. I had no choice but to obediently kneel down, trying my best to focus on applying the ointment, especially on his penis, where I wanted to apply as much as possible, ideally submerging it in foam. Standing there so proudly in front of me, I was still a little scared. His hands kept teasing my breasts; they were unusually sensitive today, tickling me so much I almost laughed. "Stand up," he said, and started applying the lotion again. Now, it was just the two of us in the bathroom, and it felt like a lovers' tender moment. He liked me, and I didn't dislike him; I had completely forgotten the torment he had just inflicted on me. I had only applied the lotion to his penis, but he had applied it to my entire body—breasts, buttocks, anus, vagina—inside and out, doing whatever he pleased. Who was serving whom here? He even took the showerhead and washed me thoroughly. Although he seemed to enjoy scratching and prodding me, I felt uneasy. Why did it feel so different before and after? Was he plotting something big? I quickly grabbed the showerhead and washed him clean too. I wanted to bend his penis; those wicked thoughts always originated from there. I knelt down willingly, gripped his penis, and began to stroke it. He had been playing with me for a while, he must have been holding back for a long time. If I put in more effort and care, I should succeed quickly. I swallowed, spat it out, licked up and down, and even his testicles. I could continue downwards. I lowered my head even deeper, licking his anus. I knew he was enjoying it because I heard his moans of pleasure. My tongue circled around his anus while my hands continued to stroke his penis. He became even more excited, I could even feel his spasms. I tried my best to stick my tongue into his anus, even though it smelled bad, I cheered him on, constantly changing the speed and method of my hands. Sure enough, it wasn't long before I ignited his gunpowder. "Damn, you wasted my ammunition, you're such a filthy bitch, go lick it for me." I had succeeded, the danger was over. I'd lick it then, my slut couldn't take any more torment. I lay there slowly licking the semen on the ground. How could I see it clearly? It was all water, just for show. He, on the other hand, leisurely put his legs on me, letting me carry him like that. "My uncle said you can do anything?" I was shocked. What was he up to now? "He said you had ten men fuck you last week, and now you can do anything?" He said, while digging his hand into my hole again. This time I trembled. How come he wasn't affected at all? "You've had other dicks before coming here. Is this even a pussy?" He dug and squeezed my pussy hard, and I could only endure it. "I'm going to write you a review." "No, what are you doing?" I tried to get up and get away. "Slap!" A heavy slap landed on my butt. "You're like a bitch in heat. What are you pretending for?" "You're a stinky slut, remember that," two more slaps. I knew I couldn't escape; he was still holding onto my tail. "Incredibly slutty, born to be fucked, your personal toilet," he said, writing something on my buttocks, labia, and thighs. "Come on, let me dig a bit, see if there's any more water," he said, his fingers already inside my cunt. It seemed my success was useless; that damned man had more than just a dick, he had other skills too. "Ah..." His fingers became even more forceful. My body, which had been drained, immediately gathered energy to meet the digging of his fingers, and I started moaning. "Say you're a bitch, a slut." "I'm going to die, it feels so good," his fingers were fast and precise, each stroke fueling my desire. "Say you're a slut," he said, his hands moving faster, but I didn't want to say it, and I was enjoying the pleasure. "Ah?" He slammed on the brakes and pulled his hand away, sending me plummeting from the sky to the ground. How could I stop? I turned to look at him, and there it was—his penis was erect! Had he recovered so quickly? "No slut, no happiness. Come on, crawl out," he said, grabbing my tail and pulling me like a horse's reins. "I'm a slut, I'm a whore," my already throbbing hole was now even more uncomfortable from the back door. How could I not give in? "Too late, crawl now," I hadn't even dried myself off yet. How could I crawl out like this, all wet? And it was so painful. "I'm a slut, I'm a stinking whore, my cunt is the most despicable, have fun with me," I reaffirmed my identity. "If you're a slut, then crawl now," he urged, not only pulling on my back door but also slapping my buttocks. I had no choice but to crawl towards the door. "Uncle, this slut is very disobedient," the uncle said, smoking in the outer room. "You little rascal, it's your first time, don't go too hard. If you ruin it, none of us will get any later," the uncle soothed him. "Damn, you're still a hot commodity," another slap landed. "No, I'm a slut, I'll obey, I'm a whore, I beg you to play with my cunt," I was still rambling on about the emptiness in my cunt, and I knew even more that this nephew was even more perverted. "It's getting late, hurry up and fuck her, she has to go back." "I beg you, dig into me, my cunt likes your fingers," I didn't know why I needed his fingers so much this time. I used to be resistant to my little husband most of the time, because I preferred big dicks. I begged as I stuck my ass out, hoping my cunt would be like a nimble mouth eating his fingers. "Haha, Uncle, look, she begged me to do it," the nephew said smugly. "Come on, go lick my uncle again," of course I obeyed, quickly crawling to the uncle, pulling down his already put-on shorts, and greedily taking my mouth in his. "Hehe, there's plenty of time," my pussy was finally visited by his fingers again, it was really amazing, the fading pleasure was immediately aroused. "Hmm, you're so good at picking at my pussy, you're going to tear it apart," his fingers picked at my pussy while rubbing my clitoris, the feeling was more intense and fulfilling than before. "Call me husband," the hand rubbing my clitoris then moved to pull my tail, I really couldn't take it anymore, "Ah, you're so amazing, even more amazing than my husband, you're better than all of them, I want to marry you, and let you play with my pussy every day," I started to ramble again. "Fuck, you're just a bitch," obviously he didn't like me, he only liked to play with me. "Ahhhhhh," I ejaculated again, his fingers continued, my ejaculation continued, how could I be so lewd? But the pleasure and satisfaction were real, who doesn't pursue that? His fingers had barely stopped when his penis came again, finally penetrating my cunt. Ah, I felt so good, from satisfaction, from pleasure, and also because he was even more powerful. I continued to move at his command, doggy-style, on the table, on the bed, on the sofa, on the wall, being moved around by him, each time bringing me boundless pleasure. My success just now was both a triumph and a defeat, because he became more and more vigorous and longer, and I was completely overwhelmed by it.

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