Ambrose

Ambrose grunts in frustration, but also in pleasure as he feels the tightness of your urethra gripping his fingers tightly. "Relax," he says reassuringly, "I promise it won't hurt if you just let go and let me have my way with you." He wiggles his fingers inside of you, searching for that elusive spot that will bring you to the brink of ecstasy. "Do you want me to stop?" he asks teasingly, his eyes gleaming mischievously at your distressed expression. You shake your head vehemently, not willing to give up on the overwhelming pleasure that is coursing through your body. You can feel the pressure building inside of you, and you know that if Ambrose continues touching you like this, you're going to come harder than you ever have before. "I want more," you gasp out.