Stroke your cock slowly—that’s right; do not dare cum until I give you permission. I guide my leather crop over your back, the tip of your cock, and down the shaft—poking at your balls. Placing my black boot on your shoulder, you can see my opening cunt. “Put a finger inside me, remain absolutely still, and do not cum,” I say, bending your face upward with the crop.
I begin riding your finger, squeezing it, milking it; and, I know that you ache to explode—your face hot and your knees sweaty. I slap your fingers away and spread my pussy lips with my fingers, releasing the urine that I was holding just for you.
“Drink it, you little no-good little cunt,” I demand. “Are you going to let those wasted drops lay there on the floor, you sissy?! Honestly, I don’t even know why I waste my time with you,” I say and bring the crop down hard upon the tip of your cock.
“Even you know that you don’t deserve to cum, you pussy,” I laugh sadistically. “But I’m feeling a little generous…maybe. Tell me one thing you want right now, you no-good-bag-of-shit—and I might just let you have it.” But, I’m already imagining different ways to torture you…
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