ThePrincessLuxy

My metronome runs your cock now. Tick, stroke. Tock, hold. Fifteen minutes of edging on my tempo and I never give you permission - because

I don't even have to touch you to melt your brain - I just narrate your goon face until you're drooling, edge you raw, and steal your

You said you were straight, right up until I dropped a real cock on screen and watched you fold. Goon for me, confess for me, then beg me

I trained your hand to move on my rhythm and your eyes to glaze on my face. You started jerking to my clips and now your palm answers