The pressure isn't just hot - it's gigantic. As you roll around, you notice how your bottom feels the bulging sack against him with every deep thrust. Every impact becomes a small earthquake between you, every movement feeds this constant kick that builds up until you almost lose control with lust.

Why the Bulge Master is addictive:

• 💥 Liquid silicone - soft, stretchy, skin-friendly, indestructible
• 🔒 Constant pressure - keeps you plump, hard & hot
• 🍑 For give & take - as a top you make your bottom howl, as a bottom you enjoy the constant pull
• 👀 Visual overkill - turns your bulge into a damn eye-catcher under jeans or a jock

Pro tip from Tiger: Wear the Bulge Master while cruising, slinging or deep fucking. After a few minutes in full pressure mode, all you want to do is come - and when the time comes, the orgasm will rip your brains out.

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SCENE THOUGHTS FROM THE MAX:

You're lying in the sling. Legs wide, the lights dimmed, only the muffled bass from the next room pounding in your chest. The Bulge Master has been sitting deep down on your sack for an hour - the pressure is constant, warm, pulsating. Your balls hang heavy, every movement pulls at the roots, as if someone is gently but relentlessly yanking them down.

He steps between your legs. You feel his belly graze your bulging sack - the Bulge Master presses it against you like a battering ram. The first thrust is hard, deep - and the ring forces everything you have to become even tighter, even fuller. You moan.

He grabs your hips, pulls you in - and every time he hits you, your bells slam against his body with full force. The pressure in the Bulge Master pushes the pleasure up, like a valve about to explode.

His strokes become faster, harder. The rubber bangs against your skin, the sound becomes one with your moans. Your whole abdomen is throbbing, every nerve is on alert. You're caught between the pull on the bag and the hardness inside you - and at some point you don't know whether to scream or laugh.

And then, in the middle of a deep, unrestrained thrust, it bursts out of you - not quietly, not gently, but like an explosion. Your orgasm hammers you dry, but the Bulge Master holds you captive until the last pulse runs through your balls.

You lie there, completely disarmed, panting - and you know that you'll never want to fuck again without it.