I'm wearing metallic blue latex pants and a sheer net shirt, my ass right in your face. You need my domination, my control of your orgasm, to show you where you're meant to be. You sink into trance so easily now, your mind grows blank and you're ever-more receptive and obedient. Each minute, your need for me grows stronger as you stroke, getting that feeling you can't live without. You're right where I want you, weak and addicted, always staring, always needing to give me more.