You're such a weakling, such a goner when you see me. You melt, you swell, you are perfectly conditioned for your mouth to water, because you know what happens next. You get permission to stroke, while I paint all kinds of spicy fantasies and tempt you with my future plans, always considering your eventual downward spiral into addiction. My buttery voice, edging you, spurring you on into a fabulous plateau of pleasure that will have you unable to stop, unable to go back, only able to remain here until I say. You are accustomed to cum countdowns from me, but what if I told you today, you'd c...

You're such a weakling, such a goner when you see me. You melt, you swell, you are perfectly conditioned for your mouth to water, because you know what happens next. You get permission to stroke, while I paint all kinds of spicy fantasies and tempt you with my future plans, always considering your eventual downward spiral into addiction. My buttery voice, edging you, spurring you on into a fabulous plateau of pleasure that will have you unable to stop, unable to go back, only able to remain here until I say. You are accustomed to cum countdowns from me, but what if I told you today, you'd cum on command for me? No countdown. The training wheels are off. You sit on the edge, and wait, to cum exactly when I say.