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You’re already hard just thinking about me in control, aren’t you?- I don’t need to fuck you to ruin you — my strapon is slick, pressed just at your twitching hole while I bounce my small, perfect tits in your face and demand you worship them like the goddess you swore to serve.- You beg with your eyes, drooling and trembling, but I only give you what I want — sharp thrusts without warning, long teasing drags of silicone stretching your rim, then nothing… just cruel stillness as I smirk down at your desperate, leaking cock.- I edge you over and over, each time bringing you to the edge with deep, rhythmic prostate stimulation, only to pull out and slap your thigh, laughing as you whimper.- When you prematurely leak, it’s not from relief — it’s because I allow it, my strapon still buried deep, your ass clenching around it like a greedy little bitch.- You don’t touch yourself unless I say. You don’t breathe unless I tell you to. And you definitely don’t forget who owns your pleasure — even when you’re alone, stroking that pathetic cock, you’ll remember my voice, my laugh, the way I made your prostate sing while you laid there and took it. This is P-Spot domination at it’s core—because true power is reducing you to nothing but a trembling, cum-drenched slave with just a strapon, my body, and my bratty, unhinged control.