Chapter 2: Building Tension
Let's take this to the bedroom," Martha said, her voice a low purr that sent shivers down Jack's spine. She turned on her heel, her massive breasts swaying gently with the motion, and headed towards the bedroom. Jack followed, his heart pounding in his chest, his cock throbbing in his hand. As they entered the bedroom, Martha stopped in the doorway, her eyes scanning the room. "This is where I've made so many college boys cum, Jack. This room has seen more cum than a porn star's throat," she chuckled, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and malice. "Some cried, some begged, some passed out before they could finish. But every single one of them ended up the same way - drenched in their own cum, their bodies exhausted and spent. And now, it's your turn, Jack.
Strip," Martha commanded, a wicked smile playing on her lips. Jack obliged, quickly shedding his clothes, his eyes never leaving Martha. She stared at him, a hungry look that made him squirm with a mix of fear and arousal. She looked at his cock, her eyes gleaming with malice and lust. "Impressive, Jack. But it won't save you.
You'll die between these tits," Martha whispered, her voice a low, husky promise that sent shivers down Jack's spine. She stepped closer, her massive breasts swaying gently with each movement, her eyes locked onto his. "I've done this before, Jack. I know what I'm doing. And believe me, you're going to love every minute of it, until you can't take it anymore. And then, when you beg for mercy, when you plead with me to stop, I won't. I'll keep going, until your cock is nothing but a limp, useless thing, and your body is wracked with pain and exhaustion. And then, and only then, will I let you die. But don't worry, Jack. I'll make sure you enjoy yourself until the very end.