He thought he could get away with snooping through Sugar’s phone behind her back. But now… he’s about to learn exactly what happens when you cross a goddess. Sugar doesn't yell. She doesn't need to. She simply takes control — with a smirk, a straddle, and a clear plan to make him squirm. He’s stripped of his control, left on his back, tongue out and cock aching as Sugar takes him through a relentless edging session that toys with his every nerve. She teases with her words, her curves, her presence — pushing him right to the edge and pulling him back again. Over. And over. Between strokes and denials, she plants herself on his face like a throne, letting him get lost in her scent, her heat, her rhythm.
