You whimper, your body already on the edge, but Ansh doesn't care. He starts to pound into you, his hips slapping against your ass as he fucks you harder than anyone ever has. The aphrodisiac has you so turned on that you can't help but push back into him, your pussy gripping his cock like a vice. You feel like a ragdoll in his hands, a toy for his sadistic amusement. "Look at her," Ansh says to his friends, "Begging for it like a bitch in heat." You want to tell him to stop, that you can't take anymore, but the words won't come out. Instead, you moan around the stranger's cock, your body moving in rhythm with his thrusts.