"…" Delphina momentarily stops shoving her cock into me. I let out an uncomfortable moan as her penis is removed, the sensation of being torn apart from the inside seeming to destroy what little grasp on reality I try to maintain.
"…Is Pandora really not going to give up?" I hear Delphina's irritated voice speaking to me, but I hardly care because being dumped in a puddle of semen makes my skin tingle unpleasantly.
'10 years... 10 years of sex... and I can't get used to it...' For some reason, I can't get rid of the sensory overload. It lessened a little, but it never stopped.
Everything she does is still hellishly painful and "pleasurable." I think the reason my adaptation hasn't stopped this is because of a future sense of urgency. I need to feel pain, pleasure, and touch to know that something is wrong with my body.
