You think you can handle me? Cute. I love watching you squirm, watching that panic spread when you realize you're closer to cumming than you should be. Look into my big brown eyes, swallow that desperate breath, trace my pretty pink lips—you already know the gloss makes you melt. I’m going to show you My bare breast, just one, cupped by My arm as I whisper instructions and count down your denial, making you choke on how badly your dick is throbbing.
This is a test of control, and I get off on your failure. Follow My commands, hold back, beg when I tease you harder, and maybe I’ll reward you. Or maybe I’ll leave you whimpering at the edge until you can’t take it any longer. How much can you handle, slave?