It started with the vibrator. Small. Tip-controlled. Familiar. A toy I’d used before. Predictable. Obedient. But the chat surged: tip after tip, perfectly timed and merciless. The stimulation hit its peak and held. Time bent. My muscles began to shake, not from exhaustion, but from surrender.
Then the orgasms came. One. Then another. And another. Not like waves, but like tremors. Each one folding into the next without pause. I couldn’t speak. My breath hitched. My body buckled. And deep inside that overwhelming pleasure, the tears began.
Listen as my pleasure builds and I try to perform through it...
The whole thing.
Nearly five hours of sound… from the first stroke to the final collapse.
Moans, breath, the rhythm of machines, the ache of tears that wouldn’t stop.
I don’t expect anyone to want this. But it’s here. I was on camera the whole time. Unfiltered. Unhidden. Posted for science… or for those who need to hear what it sounds like when someone finally gives in.