You’re my plaything tonight. I sit back in a tight black bikini top, vape in hand, no pants — just the heat of my wet pussy grinding into the seat beneath me while I control every inch of you with my voice. I tell you to pull out your soft cock and stroke it into shape, just for me. I blow smoke over it like you're mine to mark. You don’t get to cum unless I say so. You don’t even get to see my tits unless you please me. And when you finally do, I tease you with oil and bounce — all while you sit there, desperate and obedient. You're stroking, edging, leaking, begging — until I give the countdown. “Milk it, my toy.” And then you’re nothing but a good boy cleaning up your mess for me.
