You’re not stroking for release. You’re stroking for Me. You’re not just a toy tonight, you’re a pulse, a trembling body caught in my hands. In this clip I guide you slowly, sensually, through wave after wave of aching pleasure. Each stroke I instruct is softer, deeper, more mesmerizing than the last. I keep you hovering at the edge, trembling, desperate. You lose track of time, of thought, of everything except my voice and the velvet ache I build inside you. You’re my plaything, and I’m the rhythm. Your cock aches, your mind empties, and all that’s left is the delicious agony of being owned by My voice.
