You stroke. I mock. You ache… and still don’t get to touch. My ass isn’t yours. You don’t earn it. You just drool for it — from a distance. Every bounce, every sway, every little tease I throw at you is meant to ruin you… not reward you. You stroke for me. You edge for me. You go dumb for my ass, and I don’t even have to turn around. No thoughts left. Just this stroke… and me
