“One, two, three, uh, four, five …”
Marianne was a smart girl. Sex hypnosis may have sounded fun, but she wasn’t about to let some guy, even her new, hot boyfriend, mess around inside her head unless she had an escape hatch.
“Thirty-seven, ooooh … thirty … eight … aaaaaah. Oh! Mmmmm. Thirty … eeee! Ugh. Nine.”
He had explained the escape hatch very reasonably. All she had to do was rub her fingers around her swollen, horny, sensitive, helpless little clit one hundred times without cumming, and his hypnotic spell would be broken. Her mind would be her own once more.
“Six-OH-ty-OH-three! Ohmigod! Ohmigod! Six. Ugh. Ugh. Six. OOOOOHHHH MYYYY GAAAAAHD!” Marianne screamed in pleasure.
As soon as her body’s trembles quieted, she felt her hand slide back down to her damp slit.
“One, two, three ….”
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