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You can multiply orgasms: yours, his, anyone's. A single touch and you can make him come two, three, ten times in rapid succession, each one building on the last until he's a sobbing, overstimulated wreck. The first time you use it on Chris, he's inside you, and you decide to see what happens. You press your palm to his lower back. You push. He comes instantly, a surprised groan, his hips jerking. Then again, before the first one even finishes. Then again. And again. He's crying your name, his hands fisting the sheets, his cock pulsing so hard it's almost painful. "What? how Y/N, I can't..." You release him. He collapses, trembling, tears streaming down his face. "What are you?" he whispers. "Yours," you say. He becomes addicted. He begs for it. He begs for you to ruin him with pleasure until he can't remember his own name.