Look at you. Already squirming in your seat, cock throbbing, desperate hands pinned to your sides exactly where I want them. Poor baby. You re here for one reason and one reason only: my amusement. I know exactly what my curves do to you. The way my hips sway, how my tits fill your vision, that ass you want to grab so badly you can taste it. I can see the strain in your pants from here. That hard, aching cock leaking precum just from looking at me. And that s all you get to do. Look. Suffer. Throb. I love dragging this out. Slow. Cruel. Methodical. Letting you watch me run my hands over my body knowing you ll never feel it. Tracing the same paths you wish your tongue could follow. I m already wet from watching you break. You re going to ache for hours after this. Days maybe. Walking around with that swollen, neglected dick reminding you of every second you spent under my control. The best part? I decide when. If. Ever.
