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  The look of total dismay on my face is sooo funny.   “Where’s the rest of it?” hahahaha WOW. It never occurred to me there are penises too small to even masturbate… learn something new every day I guess.

  Step right on up! Our latest competitor in the “how long can i keep him on edge” contest is .. some nameless faceless dude. And I think he’s confused–you’re supposed to try to prevent me from making you spray all over the place, not whimper and give in after like, two gentle strokes and a cleavage-y face cuddle.   Needless to say, he loses. They always lose.

  I always get the last laugh when it comes to weak men and their hopeless Christina addictions. This client gets revenge for all the climaxes I ever ruined–even as he begs and cries. His cumspray is so intense, I’m the one who gets drenched! All over my expensive pantyhose. So I guess this is what it feels like to get ruined…

  This guy was SO turned on by my booty shorts and slippery skilled hands, he came in LESS THAN 30 SECONDS. (And 6 of those seconds were the awful, twitchy, hands-free moments before that awwwwwful ruined orgasm.) Can you even imagine, you request a tease-and-ruin session, and you can’t even keep it together for half a minute? WOW.   Thank god I can think on my feet!!! He really, REALLY didn’t want me to keep pulling on his poor…

  He tried so hard, but in the end, this self-proclaimed bondage aficionado wasn’t a very hard egg to crack. — not the first time OR the second time. After that, he was willing to say or do anything I wanted, anything to keep me from touching his pooooor sensitive cock again… post-orgasm games are my FAVORITE.

  I know you guys love watching silly boys (just like you!) making bets that would make most people groan in dismay — house always wins, but that’s what you wanted, right? you should get a huge kick out of this one: in addition to my usual fee, I make an extra $50 for every orgasm I can milk out of the sucker… Ruined, forced, hand job, hypno job,… Doesn’t matter how I get it out of him…

  More immobile than he imagined possible. More desperate for my touch than the most needy of clients. But the nylon straps have him so very helpless he can barely moan — can’t see, can’t lift his head, can’t hear, can’t save himself… and now the fun part…