You've made a million dollar bet that you can remain celibate and not even cum for 40 days. It is day 39 and there is only an hour to go when I walk in. I smile sweetly & cross my long legs seductively and slowly. I congratulate you on having made it this far but you've met your match. No man is able to resist me and I am going to make you lose control and your bet and consequently make me rich. I have bet against you winning of course. It sure is hot in here I say as I strip out of my top, show off my cleavage & smile at the tent forming in your pants. I sense you weakening. Your breathing is getting faster and you looks flustered. I show off different parts of my body to see what your weakness is: Legs? Heels? I remove my skirt, show my ass in a tiny thong & come closer to you. Is it my ass? Or is it my cleavage? I smile at the erection, knowing your poor defenseless desperate cock is positively throbbing.
I slowly unzip your trousers, rip off your boxers, throwing them over my shoulder. I describe the precum oozing down and decide you wont last much longer. It's hopeless, and I can make you cum without even touching you. I mimic how you would cum and moan sexily, faster and faster until you explode everywhere! You're exhausted, defeated... and broke.