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How to use your Genie

... bit my lip, a wave of embarrassment crashing over me, but I couldn't deny the truth in his words.

"Tell me, Em," he continued, his voice dripping with authority, "tell me how much you enjoy this."

With each roll of my hips, the sensation grew more intense, and I found it hard to form words. "I... It feels... amazing," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.

John's grin was wicked. "Not just amazing, Em. Tell me the truth. Tell me how much you crave this."

I felt my cheeks flush with heat. The weight of my admission pressed down on me, battling against the pleasure that coursed through every nerve. "I... I need it," I confessed, the words tumbling out in a rush. "I can't believe how much I... want this."

John leaned in, capturing my lips in a searing kiss, silencing any further confessions. But even as our mouths tangled, his hands continued their assault on my body, pushing me further into the abyss of pleasure.

John's eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger, and his grip on me tightened. I was his plaything, a toy to be used as he wished, and I was under his complete control.

His fingers dug into my hips, guiding my movements with forceful intent. The rhythm he set was frenetic, demanding, leaving no room for hesitation. Each thrust was a calculated move, deliberate and aimed to extract maximum pleasure. With every descent, his cock filled me completely, stretching me in ways I hadn't thought possible, making my head spin.

The pleasure was ...

... overwhelming. Every fiber of my being was focused on the sensations radiating from where our bodies connected. The hot water enveloped us, adding another layer to the symphony of sensations. The contrast of the warm, bubbling water against the cool night air heightened the intensity of our encounter.

My moans echoed off the walls of the patio, punctuated by the rhythmic splashing of the water. Each time John buried himself deep inside me, a cry of sheer ecstasy escaped my lips. The coil of pleasure in my core wound tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment.

"Fuck, Emily," John growled, his voice rough with arousal. "You feel so good wrapped around me."

I couldn't form coherent words, my mind lost in a haze of lust and pleasure. All I could do was nod, whimpering in agreement.

As the pleasure continued to build, I felt a familiar edge approaching. The intense fullness, the relentless pace, and John's skilled hands pushing and pulling me in all the right ways—it was all converging into a climax that threatened to shatter me.

My nails dug into John's shoulders, seeking something solid to anchor to amidst the storm of sensation. "John," I panted, "I'm... I'm so close."

He leaned in, biting my earlobe gently. "Then let go, Emily," he murmured huskily. "Cum for me."

The command, delivered in his deep voice, was the last nudge I needed. My climax washed over me in powerful waves, my entire body tensing and then convulsing with pleasure. My cries echoed into ...