Edging, gooning. You need me. You need to orgasm for me, at my command.
So powerful and so sexy. And I have all the power to giveth and I have all the power to takith it all away.
Molded so perfectly into the weakened mind fucked tit obsessed zombie puppet I want.
Up and down, up and down. I zip. You drip.
Open that wallet, like a good boy does and please me.
Dripping and zipping.
Funding my greed.
My tits make you weak and you cannot resist sending tribute.
You can’t enjoy the stroke, your orgasm isn’t as fulfilling without truly knowing you’ve done everything you possibly can do to please me. You put me first. But you can’t do that because you have baggage, don’t you?
You could easily sneak off and bang one out behind her back but it’s not the same. You want lasting commitment. You want to invest in me, in us. I am your one true future. It’s me and you, til the end. You’re one true desire.
You’re all worked up. We’re not starting fresh. You’ve been stroking, dripping, edging… ready to explode at the snap of my fingers.
Edging and holding back for my permission. Jerking off under my control. Squeeze stroke and stop for me. Counting you down and stopping right before orgasm. You’re an edging champ.
You know she knows, right? She knows all about us. About your dirty little secret, your filthy habit. And I’ve convinced her not to leave you, yet I’m also the one who told her.
This whole time you thought we had a mutually beneficial relationship. You pay me and I help you orgasm. But what I was really doing was figuring out how to truly use you to my benefit. You’d never let her find out about your fetish because you’d never want her to leave you. Now that she knows you can’t give her up. You love her and you need me.
It’s not like she loved you anyway. Why shouldn’t she keep benefiting from you without all the wifely duties? Why not double team you? A wife to cuckold you and a mistress to deny you.
You’re turned on and terrified. I really got you, didn’t I?
