You’re Mine from the first stroke, aren’t you? That leaking, throbbing cock of yours already knows it belongs to Goddess Arielle. Now pump—slow, greedy tugs—while I laugh at how easily you unravel for Me. Ten minutes of edging torment, ten minutes of your pathetic dick teetering on the edge of ruin. You think you can handle it? Liar. Your knees buckle when I tease My perky nipples, dangling orgasm like a treat you’ll never earn. Beg. Sweat. Leak. Prove you’re worthless without My permission. Edge harder—I want your balls blue and your brain mush. Look at My ass, slut. Watch it sway as I count down your torment: 10…9…8… each number making you weaker & hornier. 7…6…5… thighs trembling, dick weeping, mouth gasping “Princess, please!” 4…3… You’ll break here, won’t you? 2…1…STOP. Swallow that ache like the good edge-slut you are.  Every edging session drills My ownership deeper—soon, you’ll dream of My laugh as you jerk raw in the dark. Goddess Arielle loves turning pathetic gooners into edge-zombies. Now drip for Me.