The simplest elements activate my boy's kink: my soft skin, my sweet scent, my ass in plain white mesh panties, my hands on his most reactive parts. He's overwhelmed with my body smothering him, with my control over him. And now that his balls are full to the brim on libido pills ... a dribbly little spill only adds his excruciation, my enjoyment. As long as he's suffering, I'm happy.