Imagine it, you lying there, completely bare for me. You try to steady your breathing, to calm yourself, but I know your heart is racing, desperate for my touch. And to make it worse? Seeing me standing there in my sexy Valentine’s Day lingerie, the lace hugging my curves, teasing you… Oh, you’re already aching. I take my time, pulling the sheet down, exposing every inch of your naked, vulnerable body to my will. Then comes the oil… warm, slick, gliding over your skin as I tease my way down, my hands working their magic. And just as you think you’re in heaven? Slap. A sharp little reminder of who’s in control here. Then, finally, my fingertips, red-nailed, delicate but dangerous, wrap around your throbbing cock. Stroking you slow, deep, intentional. This isn’t just a handjob for my good boy. This is a slow, torturous milking. So be good, stay still, and savor every second.