"Dammit, Kyle, enough!"

"You've been bad and need to be punished."

"No! Stop now!"

"Nope, I think a few more trips to the edge are just what you need."

"Nooooo..." I heard myself cry as he lowered his face to my pussy yet again. It was torture, sweet torture, but torture nonetheless. After a few more quick trips over my clit, I felt him finally start to bring me off. Eventually, I groaned, spasmed and came with deep gulps of air and cries of delight. He slowly eased off the tongue work as I recovered before eventually pulling at my restraints.

"Cockroach?"

"Kyle, Sweetheart, let me go."

"Nope."

"OK, Cockroach,...