"Ohhhhh!" She gasped, shaking her head.

"Cumming again?" Patrick asked, and she turned to him, biting her lip, a worried, frantic look on her face, nodding while she squealed, quietly.

"Mhm!" She whimpered, and Patrick nodded.

"Good girl, tell me when," He whispered, and she buried her face in her hands.

"It's happening," She sobbed, tears streaming down her face, but as soon as she told him and began climaxing, she felt his free hand wrap around her throat, squeezing and cutting off the blood flow from her brain, the pleasure increasing as she squirted, cumming and trembling, before he let go and the rush of delayed gratification and blood...