His denial is humming along nicely, and those full balls are simply begging for a busting.

The fans are requesting more ruins, and I'm antsy for some fun with fluids Myself. Now that a ruin is back on the table and I could make it happen for him at literally any moment, the edging is more frantic, more exciting, and more intense, because he doesn't *need* to survive it.

Except he does survive it. In silky lace red teddy and tall leopard heels, I edge him and grind against his thigh before I stand him up and let My right knee remind him who's truly - and always - in control... Show more