You’re Straight, you just Like Putting things in your Ass! The Princess LuxyReid Instructs you through Extreme Anal Masturbation and Prostate Edging
I’m wearing a sleek blue satin bikini that clings to my petite frame, one hand resting on my hip, the other lazily toying with the thin strap as I watch you destroy yourself. The top strains over my big tits, the triangle cups doing nothing to hide their weight, while the bottom rides low on my hips, daring you to look away. You won’t. You can’t. Because I’m not just your domme. I’m your exposure, your reckoning, the tiny Asian goddess who sees through your straight-boy lie and turns it into a cumshot you’ll never release.
You’re ready, aren’t you? You’re already fingering yourself when I start talking. I make you admit it: your ass wants it. That tight, virgin pucker is clenching around your fingers like it’s starving, your prostate sparking under every curl, sending shocks straight to your cock. I guide you through deep stretches, synced strokes, edging cycles that sync your ass and your dick into one desperate rhythm. You count out loud—one to five, each thrust a confession, each stutter a restart. You fail. You restart. You edge again. You fail harder.
I know you’re close, the way your hole gapes when you pull out. But no release. Not tonight. Only denial, only shame, only the order to lick your fingers clean and send me proof: screen recordings of your gaping hole, your leaking cock, your broken face, captioned “Daddy’s anal toy, edged for Princess Luxy.”
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You’re ready, aren’t you? You’re already fingering yourself when I start talking. I make you admit it: your ass wants it. That tight, virgin pucker is clenching around your fingers like it’s starving, your prostate sparking under every curl, sending shocks straight to your cock. I guide you through deep stretches, synced strokes, edging cycles that sync your ass and your dick into one desperate rhythm. You count out loud—one to five, each thrust a confession, each stutter a restart. You fail. You restart. You edge again. You fail harder.
I know you’re close, the way your hole gapes when you pull out. But no release. Not tonight. Only denial, only shame, only the order to lick your fingers clean and send me proof: screen recordings of your gaping hole, your leaking cock, your broken face, captioned “Daddy’s anal toy, edged for Princess Luxy.”
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