Your hands are allowed—but only because i said so. in this cruelly controlled joi, you're permitted to stroke, but never allowed to cum. under my voice, you’ll edge yourself into desperation, following my exact rhythm, pace, and commands. every second brings you closer to the edge... but the orgasm? that belongs to me. this is slow, merciless edging that leaves you aching, leaking, and ruined. you're not here to feel good. you're here to obey.
