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How’s your oral hygiene? Well you better get flossing, gooner. Since I’m your private tooth fairy, I will even offer you some grace, by pixelating parts of me that would overwhelm your senses. You’re welcome, because now you’ll be able to edge longer, harder, better. Prepare to be ********** as your dick twitches with desire for my tattooed hourglass body, sometimes revealed, sometimes concealed with pixels that tease you. Taunt you. Haunt your dreams. You are obsessed with catching glimpses of what’s beneath my tiny ensemble, which is way more than you can handle. Your challenge is to prove me wrong. Do it for Goddess. Can you make it all the way through without blowing your load? How about two or three times? I dare you to try. All you need is a pillow and that throbbing ache. So drop to your knees. Worship at my feet. I know what the dentist ordered: a mesmerizing cum countdown—complete with a climax of heel clacking to keep you on task. Spit, rinse, repeat.