You’re going to stroke for me now. I’m even going to give you permission to cum. This sounds good, huh? So good. Too good. Almost too good to be true…
I’m not being deceptive. I really will give you permission to explode…but not until after I set a little trap for you. A frustrating, blue balling, ruined orgasm trap.
You will jerk yourself into oblivion. Tugging that cock up and down, drooling over my hot lingerie, my sexy stockings, my endless edging tease. The trap you’re in doesn’t deter you. It excites you. You’ll hand fuck yourself until an orgasm isn’t just a possibility, but an inevitability.
You cum. You let go. But what happens? Your orgasm is automatically ruined. You’re caught in my trap, with no way to escape your little denial predicament.