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I know. I've known since the second you opened this. I see the way your eyes dropped to My lingerie and then slid past it, chasing something you can't quite admit you want yet. You're safe here. I'm going to be the one who finally lets you have it. Start stroking for Me, slow, while I lean in close and tell you exactly what your body's actually been begging for behind your back. There's a reason your cock is already leaking and I haven't even gotten cruel yet. There's a reason you keep clicking on the tiny Asian femdom who talks about other men's cocks. We both know what you really want. You don't have to say it out loud — I'll say it for you... Keep going. Match My rhythm. I want you edging to the picture I'm painting in your head: thick, throbbing, dripping cock, the kind your mouth waters for when no one's watching. That's it. Good boy. This is encouraged bi the way it should feel; not pressured out of you, coaxed out, stroked out, kissed out of you while I smirk and call you mine. I'm not embarrassing you. I'm freeing you. I'm the bratty princess femdom who hands you the permission slip and watches you sign it in precum.