She’s cumming like crazy in a public bar with remote-controlled vibrators. She asks to stop… [Crazy]

Her breath hitched as she sat there, the bar’s dim lights casting a grimy glow on her flushed face. The remote-controlled vibrator inside her pussy kicked into gear, buzzing like a fucking angry bee, making her clamp her thighs together. She was trying her best to keep her composure, but the goddamn thing was relentless, throbbing against her G-spot, pushing her closer to the edge. Her eyes darted around the bar, hoping no one noticed the way her body tensed, the way her breath hitched, the way her nipples hardened under her hoodie. She could feel the vibrator in her ass too, syncing with the one in her cunt, driving her wild. She squirmed in her seat, her pussy dripping, coating the vibrator, making it slide in and out with ease. She gripped the edge of the table, knuckles white, as she tried to hold back the moan that threatened to escape. She could feel her orgasm building, her body trembling, her mind racing. She looked up, her eyes locking with mine, and in a desperate whisper, she begged, “Please, make it stop. I can’t take anymore.”

The bar was loud, the music pounding, but all she could hear was the buzzing between her legs, the wet sound of her pussy being fucked by the vibrator. She was a mess, her body betraying her, her mind a blur of pleasure and pain. She reached down, her hand shaking as she tried to adjust the vibrator, but it was no use. It was merciless, pushing her over the edge. Her body convulsed, her pussy clenching around the vibrator as she came, hard. She bit her lip, trying to stifle the scream that tore through her, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. She was lost in the sensation, her mind a blur of pleasure and pain, her body a slave to the vibrator. She came again, her pussy gushing, her body shaking, her mind a blur of pleasure and pain. She was a mess, a fucking mess, and she loved every second of it.