I love moving the goalposts. I love pushing back the finish line further and further to keep you clinging on to my every word.

I could let you cum right now. It wouldn’t take much for me to get you there. But why let you cum, when instead, I could just keep you on the edge?

Cumming right now would ruin this. Cumming now means the fun is over and the shame and regret starts to sink in. Why do that, when we can see just how long you can go.

How much stimulation can your cock and mind handle? How much of me can you take?