It Gets Worse Every Time
Every return sinks you deeper. Your hands shake faster now. Your cock throbs harder with zero warm up. I make you stroke, slow and teasing Edge after edge, building that fire in your balls with no mercy. Just blue-balled agony.
Watch your reflection twist into something broken. You used to hold out longer. Now you're whimpering in minutes. This is your reminder that control slipped away ages ago and it's slipping faster every session.
And next time? You'll crack even sooner.
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