You can't help but feel your excitement grow, your body responding to the visual symphony before you. Your cock throbs, leaking with desire, begging for release as you're entranced by the sheer sensuality of the fabric bunched around Me. Every move, every lift of the skirt teases you, promising glimpses of what lies beneath, driving you wild with anticipation. You're on edge, desperate to cum, all because of the power My tutu holds over you. It's not just a garment; it's a symbol of your submission, your longing, your need for Me. Will you be a good boy and wait for My permission, or will t...

You can't help but feel your excitement grow, your body responding to the visual symphony before you. Your cock throbs, leaking with desire, begging for release as you're entranced by the sheer sensuality of the fabric bunched around Me. Every move, every lift of the skirt teases you, promising glimpses of what lies beneath, driving you wild with anticipation. You're on edge, desperate to cum, all because of the power My tutu holds over you. It's not just a garment; it's a symbol of your submission, your longing, your need for Me. Will you be a good boy and wait for My permission, or will the sight of My tutu be too much to bear? One thing's for sure – your climax will be all the more intense for the tease, the wait, the yearning for My tutu.