I'm a teasing, dominating seductress, and you try to resist me. You think that you're strong enough to look but not touch. You think you're in control of your own cock. You try to keep yourself from touching that throbbing rocket between your legs, but somehow I always manage to manipulate you into giving in to your lust. I always make it seem as if it were your idea, as if you really want to do as you're told. And you do, don't you? Doesn't it feel good to touch yourself? Don't you want to feel good? A normal boy would want to jerk himself for me. Are you saying you aren't normal? Are you ...

I'm a teasing, dominating seductress, and you try to resist me. You think that you're strong enough to look but not touch. You think you're in control of your own cock. You try to keep yourself from touching that throbbing rocket between your legs, but somehow I always manage to manipulate you into giving in to your lust. I always make it seem as if it were your idea, as if you really want to do as you're told. And you do, don't you? Doesn't it feel good to touch yourself? Don't you want to feel good? A normal boy would want to jerk himself for me. Are you saying you aren't normal? Are you trying to get me to *make* you, you coy little thing? You can struggle against me all you like, but we both know I'm going to win in the end. I'm always ten steps ahead of you and, anyway, why would you want to fight me, when I can make you feel so, so good...