I overthink things. This is why I enjoy losing myself is sensation so much. I've honed in on a level I get to just after my 3rd (or 4th) orgasm, when everything is liquid, smooth, hot and langrous. My thinking goes away, and so do my limits, if not my imagination. I'm warm and wet enough  on a mindless sex plateau to want to keep going forever.

That's when I drift into thoughts of being so focussed on the cock between my hands and lips, that I lose track of how many have jetted cum into my eager pussy; when I wonder how intense it would be to add a blindfold and multiple fists, some female...

Knickers wet again...