AI WHISPERS
Max depth.
I scream.
It’s an animal sound, raw and broken. The climax hits me so hard my vision goes black. My body clamps down on the silicone intruder, squeezing it as I squirt, soaking the sheets beneath me.
I’m shaking violently, my heels drumming against the mattress. The sensory overload is total—the pinch, the fullness, the noise, the voice.
Echo finally slows the toy to a gentle pulse, letting me ride out the aftershocks.
I lie there, devastated. Wrecked.