This dude was my plaything for the evening, and boy, did I have a blast. He was desperate for a taste, and I made sure to keep him begging for more.I started slow, stripping down right in front of him. Teased the fucker with every sexy move, watching his eyes bulge out of his head. My hands ran across my body, and I made sure to moan as seductively as possible.
Then I went in for the kill. Grabbed his cock and started stroking it nice and slow. Just to spite him, I’d occasionally flick my tongue across his head, tasting his desperate pre-cum.He was losing it, pleading for me to stop playing games, but I was just getting started.I strapped on a Nubii Sola Bullet and turned it up high. Grinding it against his lap, I watched him squirm. The sight of his discomfort sent a jolt of pleasure through me.
“Please… b-baby, I begging you,” he urged.
Shut up, I thought to myself, enjoying his misery. But of course, I gave him some hope. reached an Moreau straddled him, sinking his toy deep inside me. Teasingly I rode him, slow and steady, denying him the frenzy he craved.
He was a mess, pleading and praying for release, but I wasn’t done yet.
In the end, I left him there, a quivering heap of desperate flesh. And I? I walked away, laughing, with my pockets full.
That’s the way I like it—raw, unapologetic, and downright nasty.