After three *full* weeks, and after 30 minutes in the studio with me, it's a miracle he walks away with his denial still on track. I sit on him, stroke him, and send him into subspace again and again. In my dark red lace bodysuit and leopard heels, I use my ass, hands, feet, fists, and silicone cock ring to edge him over and over again. At least five times I'm sure he's past the point of no return, but somehow the cum dam is holding. Impervious to pain, blocked and full, I set my sights on a Valentine's Day ruin. Halfway there isn't so bad, right, slave?
