The battle inside Maya was reaching a fever pitch, a violent collision between a crumbling intellect and an ascending primal instinct. Her mind, once her fortress of logic and morality, was beginning to fray at the edges.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
The constant, rhythmic pounding of Mike's massive cock was like a hammer striking the walls of her sanity, chipping away at her defenses until there was nothing left but raw, unadulterated sensation.
Her hands, which had been trying to maintain some semblance of control, now gripped the wooden floorboards with a desperate, white-knuckled intensity. Her fingernails dug into the grain, scratching at the wood as if she were trying to anchor herself to reality before the tidal wave of pleasure swept her away entirely.
'Am I... am I actually excited?' the thought flickered through her mind, terrifying and bright. 'Is this what it feels like to lose...?'
'To want the very thing that's breaking you?'
