/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>>22127815
(2/2)
"O-oh..." - suddenly you hear yourself moaning as if from third person view. It sounds kind of arousing and almost like a girl. Your perception is clouded because of lack of oxygen so it DOES feel like it's not your disgusting fucking voice.
Thought about your voice made you remember karaoke stream and the thought of it made you so nervous it felt like you're about to throw up.
"Fuck... FUCKFUCKFUCK"
Why can't you just feel good? Why whenever you have a glimpse of consciousness everything is getting ruined? You try to get a grip on your cock tighter and stroke it faster but it's not helping the feeling of your stomach tightening and something heavy getting stuck in your throat. It's almost making you cry how helpless you feel. Remember that time you felt so bad you were choking yourself until you pass out to just calm down and get to sleep? Is this another iteration of doing this? You're honestly so pathetic and spoiled, nothing seems to make you stop whining like a little bitch. You should be grateful for the position you're in, be grateful someone like you is getting things you're getting. You should just fucking end your pathetic existence if you're like this.
"Shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up"
You tighten the belt more. Your face feels like a balloon of blood ready to explode. It's so hot it's so hot it's so hot. Your hand is stroking your penis at insane speed as your thoughts are escaping your head and your eyes roll. Everything becomes clouded, you hear some distant voice in the room wheezing. Is it your voice? Is this really you? Your dick is throbbing as you loose grip on reality.
"I'm gonna die I'm gonna die I'm gonna die I'm gonna die I'm gonna die" - the self-preservation instinct is kicking in alarming your whole body.
Well, if you want to live you better cum quickly.
You feel spasms in your legs. Your tongue is falling out of your mouth as you feel more and more lightheaded. You felt something wet on your lap. That must me saliva dripping from your mouth.
You stroke your dick as if your whole life depends on it. Funny, in this situation that actually seems to be the case. You're close to cumming. The pleasure is warping with extreme terror and weird sensations turning into something bittersweet you haven't felt before. Your consciousness is nonexistent, all that is left is pure physical sensations and fear of death.

You can't take it anymore. Your whole body becomes tingly and you let out your seed on your beautiful dress wheezing like a madman.

After that, you fall like a ragdoll on the floor as if every drop of life energy has left your body with the good nut you let out. Your life is still in pretty much danger, so the instinct is snapping you out of post-nut relaxation to get the fucking belt off. Your hands are shaking and you're wheezing really heard - it does feel like you don't have much oxygen left until your brain will die completely, so you reach your neck and try to unfasten the belt. The fucking design of those belts... Holly shit... It seems like the hardest thing ever to get the damn shit opened in this state of wheezing vegetable but you have no choice but struggle for your life so you get the belt opened after what feels like eternity of your heart beating as fast as it physically can out of immense fear of death.
As it's opened you breath really loudly, filling your whole lungs with the air. Your face feels hot. I bet it'd look red, if not purple, if you actually had energy to even stand up and look at yourself in the mirror. In a several minutes you pass out just like that, in this stupid dress, covered in your own cum.

>>21987590
(2/2)
"O-oh..." - suddenly you hear yourself moaning as if from third person view. It sounds kind of arousing and almost like a girl. Your perception is clouded because of lack of oxygen so it DOES feel like it's not your disgusting fucking voice.
Thought about your voice made you remember karaoke stream and the thought of it made you so nervous it felt like you're about to throw up.
"Fuck... FUCKFUCKFUCK"
Why can't you just feel good? Why whenever you have a glimpse of consciousness everything is getting ruined? You try to get a grip on your cock tighter and stroke it faster but it's not helping the feeling of your stomach tightening and something heavy getting stuck in your throat. It's almost making you cry how helpless you feel. Remember that time you felt so bad you were choking yourself until you pass out to just calm down and get to sleep? Is this another iteration of doing this? You're honestly so pathetic and spoiled, nothing seems to make you stop whining like a little bitch. You should be grateful for the position you're in, be grateful someone like you is getting things you're getting. You should just fucking end your pathetic existence if you're like this.
"Shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up"
You tighten the belt more. Your face feels like a balloon of blood ready to explode. It's so hot it's so hot it's so hot. Your hand is stroking your penis at insane speed as your thoughts are escaping your head and your eyes roll. Everything becomes clouded, you hear some distant voice in the room wheezing. Is it your voice? Is this really you? Your dick is throbbing as you loose grip on reality.
"I'm gonna die I'm gonna die I'm gonna die I'm gonna die I'm gonna die" - the self-preservation instinct is kicking in alarming your whole body.
Well, if you want to live you better cum quickly.
You feel spasms in your legs. Your tongue is falling out of your mouth as you feel more and more lightheaded. You felt something wet on your lap. That must me saliva dripping from your mouth.
You stroke your dick as if your whole life depends on it. Funny, in this situation that actually seems to be the case. You're close to cumming. The pleasure is warping with extreme terror and weird sensations turning into something bittersweet you haven't felt before. Your consciousness is nonexistent, all that is left is pure physical sensations and fear of death.

You can't take it anymore. Your whole body becomes tingly and you let out your seed on your beautiful dress wheezing like a madman.

After that, you fall like a ragdoll on the floor as if every drop of life energy has left your body with the good nut you let out. Your life is still in pretty much danger, so the instinct is snapping you out of post-nut relaxation to get the fucking belt off. Your hands are shaking and you're wheezing really heard - it does feel like you don't have much oxygen left until your brain will die completely, so you reach your neck and try to unfasten the belt. The fucking design of those belts... Holly shit... It seems like the hardest thing ever to get the damn shit opened in this state of wheezing vegetable but you have no choice but struggle for your life so you get the belt opened after what feels like eternity of your heart beating as fast as it physically can out of immense fear of death.
As it's opened you breath really loudly, filling your whole lungs with the air. Your face feels hot. I bet it'd look red, if not purple, if you actually had energy to even stand up and look at yourself in the mirror. In a several minutes you pass out just like that, in this stupid dress, covered in your own cum.