In such a deliciously suggestive angle, how could you not slip into subspace at a moments notice. Every curve is taunting you, try to keep your eyes from going crossed with that stimulating view corrupting your mind, haunting your psyche. With everything so perfectly round, even the slightest movement emphasizes my softness, everything else loses its' focus, it's importance completely erasing, even your own end of pleasure, your last little stroke. All ruined, all teased, all forever entangled in my well spun warm gooey sticky web you don't ever wish to pry away from. Begging for a moment longer, under my control. Just another ruined orgasm, just one last stroke. Eager, aren't we? Before you start, own up to your pathetic inferiority, pay my Cum Tax - $50 grateful to be gifted the privilege to cum for me, like this.