Taste your own denial
Hard. Locked. Already leaking just from watching me.
I’m not even in the same room and I still own that cock. Every time a drop slips out I want you to catch it. Finger. Tongue. I don’t care. Taste it.
That’s yours. That’s the only thing you’re allowed to have tonight.
Stroke when I tell you. Stop when I tell you. Edge until your thighs shake and that desperate little bead is sitting on the tip. Then lick it off. Slow. Don’t you dare waste it.
Look at you. Hard. Locked. Already leaking just from watching me. I’m not even in the same room and I still own that cock. Every time a drop slips out I want you to catch it. Finger. Tongue. I don’t care. Taste it. That’s yours. That’s the only thing you’re allowed to have tonight. Stroke when...
Hard. Locked. Already leaking just from watching me.
I’m not even in the same room and I still own that cock. Every time a drop slips out I want you to catch it. Finger. Tongue. I don’t care. Taste it.
That’s yours. That’s the only thing you’re allowed to have tonight.
Stroke when I tell you. Stop when I tell you. Edge until your thighs shake and that desperate little bead is sitting on the tip. Then lick it off. Slow. Don’t you dare waste it.
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