Cock control is my specialty, especially when I get to secretly make a shy man explode. I let the music carry me like I owned the whole room because I did. Every man noticed me here. Probably because of my slutty tiny little outfit. But I only wanted you. Someone I knew I could control.
He was awkwardly fumbling with his drink when I walked towards him, tits shaking with every step. I leaned in to touch his growing boner over his pants. He blushed as he was scared someone might have seen me grope him. But I’m not scared who knows I hold the power.
Now all that mattered was the game. Him trying not to lose it and bust in his pants, me enjoying every second of his helplessness. I circled him like a predator in heels, letting him get a little lost in my scent and my confidence. I let my gaze linger where I knew he’d notice, on that throbbing cock I couldn’t wait to control. I gave him teasing nods and playful smirks as I led him to a corner of the party dark enough that no one could see us.
By the time we got there, I had him exactly where I wanted. Nervous, desperate for the next move, and completely under my spell, just ready to bust. I start stroking that big cock of his and toying with it around my lips. I don’t rush. I let him squirm, wait, and beg for the tiniest bit of attention.
I love every second of it. I love being in control of when he cums.




