At almost 50-minutes of suffering, I was starting to get a little tired and restless. When I start rocking or swaying back and forth, that's an indication that I'm nearing the edge. The faster I rock my body, the greater my suffering. My muffled moans from underneath the tightly wrapped panel gag get louder with each minute. Just before I start losing myself, Martin approaches from behind and slides his fingers over my pussy chain - so wet that the chain was covered in my juice. At that moment, I completely forget that I was in any level of discomfort... until he aggressively grabs the chai... Show more