This is a custom video. Message me to discuss your own ;) She tried to resist. She tried to forget about all those times she almost got wiped out in your hands. She really tried, but despite all her might and all her little struggles at night, she kept thinking about you. About your hands, about the way you crushed her body without even trying. About the way you ruined what she's so proud of with just a flex of your fingers, making her beg and drool your name for an orgasm before you finally break her bones. She resisted for weeks. Then she started to edge. She didn't want to. She started to please herself, thinking about you, thinking about the way you touched her, about the way you kissed her, about the way you made her scream and beg. But she didn't want to cum. She was hating herself for those feelings. She couldn't bring herself to an orgasm. She kept edging for days. Weeks. She got more and more lustful, more and more obsessed with you. With the idea of another session, right in your hands, even if this could cost her life. Even with the danger of being definitely crushed. She wanted to. She was burning to see you again. To fall again for you. She fought this too, and she lost. One night, she almost begged to see you. God, it was pathetic. And here we are. Emma, an orgasm built for weeks, making her body tremble. A little submissive thing, unable to think straight anymore, looking up at you and silently begging.. for what? To cum? To be crushed?