You can’t resist me. My shiny bikini, big tits, big ass, perfect body, you're completely obsessed. Every inch of me fuels your desire, making you weak, desperate, and aching for more. I see it in your eyes, the way you hang on my every word, waiting for permission you’ll never get. Stroke for me. Slow. Controlled. Let my voice take over, guiding your pleasure, owning your cock completely. But don’t get too comfortable because just when you think you can’t hold back any longer, I’ll take it away. Hands off. No orgasm. No relief. Just frustration, and the sweet agony of wanting me more than ever. You’ll suffer for me. You’ll beg for me. And maybe, if I feel generous, I’ll let you finish someday.