I want you to goon for me. Let the pleasure build, higher and higher, until you're teetering on the edge. Your strokes become frantic, your breaths short and sharp. You're so close, but you will not cross that threshold without my say.

I want you to goon for me. Let the pleasure build, higher and higher, until you're teetering on the edge. Your strokes become frantic, your breaths short and sharp. You're so close, but you will not cross that threshold without my say.