Beg for it. Go on. Fucking plead. But uh, uh, uh… No words. I want to see your anguish ooze from your eyes, darling boy. Don’t you love how my hand glides, softly down your shaft at first only to quicken and tighten around your bulging cockhead? Oh yes. Yes, you do. I can see it in the trembling of your bottom lip. And as I speed up? Oh my. Darling, your legs are twitching. Don’t you dare look away. Talk to me through your gaze. Let your aching desires seep through your sweat tinged brow.
Let your balls tighten, readying for release as I inch closer to your hungry mouth. Do you want to taste me? Of course you do. But you won’t. And you won’t cum. Ha! You think I’ve had my fill of you? Not even close. I will stop. And you will not cum. Not until I have mounted you and slowly taken every inch of your throbbing dick so deep in my pulsing cunt you’d swear you’d penetrated to my skull. And I will ride. I will ride until I see your gaze shift from amazement to “holy fuck, what planet am I on???” to “please stop before I explode into a million tiny particles!” to… To…to…unbelievable gratitude for the tight, wet, clenching cunt fucking your hard, aching, DESPERATE cock for every bit of cum it can milk out of it. So go ahead, dear boy…PLEAD for it… BEG! It won’t help you…
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what a look of evil, and bliss.. I love it!!