You twist and turn as hard as you can in the stone hands incredibly strong grasp, but the more you struggle, the tighter they grip you and the closer they pin you to the wall. All the while the strong, warm hand on your throbbing dick - which feels as rock solid as the wall you're pinned against - keeps rubbing away at a slow but relentless pace, the rough friction of it's grainy palm just short of painful.
Your face pressed against the wall as you writhe, you groan desperately as you realize the stone hand on your dick has got you near to the edge. You need to come so bad.. why not just give in?
Suddenly the rough brick your pace is pressed against slides back into the wall with a groan of stone on stone, and slide off to the side in a shower or dust. You find your self staring through the gap at a stern, imperious looking female face, seemingly carved from the same material as the wall itself. It's beautiful but cruel looking, it's face carved into a haughty and superior expression that seems to regard you with disdain.
Then your orgasm hits you and you cry out as you feel your balls clench and your spunk shoot out of your aching dick, probably splashing uselessly against the rough dry brick of the wall. As you shudder, the hand on your cock stops moving, but doesn't let off the pressure, keeping your dick held in a vice like grip. As you open your eyes, you see that the expression on the carved face seems to have changed slightly - it's now wearing just the hint of a smirk, and has one eyebrow raised as if it's waiting for you to do something.
Neither the hands on your wrists and ankles or the one on your dick relax their grips. You're left hanging in the air, pinned to the wall with your trousers around your ankles, facing the carved, expectant face and feeling foolish.
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