Something sexy is going to happen. But first you need to be really hard. I know you want me to tease you, so focus on my sexy body while you touch yourself. A fun beat bounces in your ears letting you know it’s time. It’s easy to comply when I look this good and sound this sweet. Soon you’re fully erect and ready to comply.
What a treat I have for you. A simple concept with complex results. You’re going to be so horny, it just won’t matter that you can’t keep it all straight. You start to watch, following alo...
Confusion is key to a thorough mind fucking.
Something sexy is going to happen. But first you need to be really hard. I know you want me to tease you, so focus on my sexy body while you touch yourself. A fun beat bounces in your ears letting you know it’s time. It’s easy to comply when I look this good and sound this sweet. Soon you’re fully erect and ready to comply.
What a treat I have for you. A simple concept with complex results. You’re going to be so horny, it just won’t matter that you can’t keep it all straight. You start to watch, following along with obedience, but suddenly the scene changes. Flashing lights captivate your attention as my delicate fingers sensually trace along curves. The exciting beat grows louder and for the first time, you hear faint voices.
Snapping back to the jerk-off session. But where are we in the progression? You’re edging, teasing and working your way to that explosive climax. But something is amiss. It’s all out of order.
At first you’re searching for clues, desperate to make sense of it. There are countdowns, but too many to follow. My lace lingerie becomes disheveled, but you lose concentration when you notice the details. The cock-talk gets hotter, but you can tell that it’s leading somewhere. What will I have you do? Uncertain of the timeline, unclear of your task, you find comfort in the fact that you’re not meant to understand. You’re meant to obey.
The proof is in my soft voice delivering sensual guidance. The evidence is in your soft mind leaking from your skull. You can’t take your eyes off of my body and every countdown makes you want to get to that edge.
And the countdowns. So many swirling in your head. It’s hard to keep track. The more you focus on a countdown, the hornier you become. Trained to pump harder as the numbers decrease, your arousal grows stronger. You’re completely fucked, pumping to the end of endless, layered countdowns.
If you could only keep it straight. If you could only figure it out. But your mind is so soft and your cock is so hard. You’re edging and losing yourself in the process. You’ll do anything I say because I know what’s really going on here. Does the proximity of time even matter when it feels this good?
