Gwen Stacy - Weighted Backbend (NSFW) (Patreon)

"Slower. S-slower..." Gwen gasped. There was nobody else in the room, but hearing her own strained, cracking voice turned her on, and this was all about pleasure. After weeks of being denied the ecstasy of a successful coregasm, she now found herself on the edge, and holding on for every moment. Now that she lingered on the precipice, she was denying herself just a little further. A pot ready to boil over.

She balanced on her hands, naked body arched into a deep triple fold with her knees by her head and feet by her chest. Dripping, gasping, being crushed by the fully loaded dumbbell crushing her stretched, vacuumed abs. The cold iron handle was deep in her navel, clutched by the blocky surrounding ab-bricks like a beam in concrete foundation. Her bruised midriff was on fire, and the pent up pressure made her feel ready to burst with every twitching muscle and each devastatingly shallow breath that she could manage.

Wrists, shoulders, triceps and back were all at breaking point but eventually after a glacial descent, her nose kissed the mat. That simple external touch sent a shock through her and her hips bucked. The weight tilted awkwardly on her stomach, grinding into her body and Gwen's eyes shot open. Her wail was choked out quickly as she bit her lip. "Not yet. N-not... fucking... yet..." Her body started to rise, just as slowly as the descent. "Good girl... you want this. You w-want it." she breathed. Gwen was red faced, light headed, and her ears were ringing but her hypersensitive body was teaming with sensation. Eventually, she reached the top of her rep, arms straightening.

The girl simply whispered; "Nine-ninety-nine..." and started her descent again.