I am drowned not by the water inside this tub, but by the fluid that I’ve been suppressing for quite some time now. The tub is still half-full, and I have to endure it for a little more.

I feel like squirting it anytime, but I want to taste his whole shaft and I want to feel it enter me so I need to control my cum.

I begin to tighten my vaginal muscle to help suppress the uncontrollable feeling inside me. He groans as I do it.

He compliments me, “Good Avery, find your technique,” then he screws his fingers again and again.

He stops momentarily and arches my...