Raven

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45 yr older Raven is Into The Attic on her very first Cougar visit. Let's get started. We find her sitting on a tabouret wearing a modified pillory. Within a couple of minutes she gets her ample toes pulled and corded off in opposite directions. This activity her to now stand at an awkward, requiring angle. She's interviewed like this. We learn all about Raven, what she does for a living, her masturbation schedule, what she strokes off with, what brings her in to observe us, etc. As we progress through the conversation she embarks becoming more and more stressed from her position. Finally, she commences to tell me that she doesn't think she can handle it much longer. She is struggling for air, for words to speak. I grab the wand to divert her. She instantly has a switch in attitude. Her whole behaviour abruptly prays for this vibrator. All that ache and displeasure was washed away from the forefront. Within a minute we hear her eke out the words "...you're bringing me close". Which was followed very hastily with "May I come for you please?" When I have her ask you, The Viewer, for permission she is denied. This evidently worries her. She commences to beg, to tell us how close she is, how much she needs it, needs to cum. She's whiny and desperate, saying us "she's trying" to hold it off. So I make her tell you, The Viewer, "you can put a clothespin on my clit". And I do. Then vib that off relentlessly. OMG. The Demon began to posses her. She embarked speaking in tongues. Her expressed switched from a 45 yr older girl to a possessed tiny of thirteen to a wounded grizzly cub shot in that face. And in-between these unnatural sounds, inbetween the guttural, gut wrenching noise she kept making we could at times discern the human words of, "please", "please let me cum", "I'm asking you!", "NOOOO, YESSSSSS, YESSSS, NOOOO, YESSS", PLEASE!!". I toyed like I didn't notice any of that and just kept vibbing that clothespin off. And then abruptly she embarked spraying. Urinating all over herself. Obviously she was having a pretty strong answer to all this. She told me she hadn't strewn in 15 years. I took out enough time from vibbing her off to get a napkin, sop up her spray and then smear that all over her face. Then it was back to vibbing her off again. When she eventually had permission to cum, the moment I gave it to her, the throaty sound that came out of her mouth, from her torso, was like she had been set on fire with gasoline. When I say she groaned that doesn't even fondle the surface of what she did in that moment.