His Weakness... My Fingertips
He begged to be touched, but my fingers are poison, sweet, addictive poison. I use my mouth and fingertips to unravel him slowly, keeping him on edge, dripping with need, never granting release. Every stroke, every taste, builds his craving. I’m not just teasing his body… I’m rewiring his mind....
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