You wanna have sex with me, really? Nah, you’re my bitch. You don’t even wanna fuck me because you know you can’t please me. I invited you into my bedroom because I know you were harmless. And because I don’t want to lead you on, I’m going to tell you outright that you’re not getting anything more than a tease from me.
And since lover status is off the table, beg to be of other use to me, simp.
Do you love my girls? Oh, I know you do. You are obsessed with my girls. My two beautiful twins. And there’s not a day that goes by without you thinking about them. Addicted, huh? So go on and be a good boy and tell the girls how you feel about em. For once in your life I am going to tell you to direct your attention to my chest and not into my eyes. Tell them how thankful you are being allowed to focus on them.
Say, “I love you, girls! Thank you girls for bringing me so much pleasure and JOI.”
You love being told to confess to my tits. “Thank you, girls!” for carrying you through so many lonely nights.
Now ask the girls if they will please accept tribute as a form of thanks and appreciation. Beg my girls to accept your tribute. It’s an honor to talk directly to the girls. So what do you say girls? Do we accept his tribute as thanks?
Who’s my good boy? Are you my good boy? You jump for the reward of my ass, turning to mush as I tease you? Weak and stupid thinking about all the things you’ve done for me over the years. Do you realize you’ve helped create me? Given me everything I’ve ever wanted, you’ve created this monster. And you’re going to continue to feed and feed and feed me until you have nothing left. Remember, I didn’t ask for any of this, I just expected it. I’ve built an empire of good boys conditioned to expect a fulfill a duty at the sound of my snap.
He loves his little teases but he knows they aren’t because he deserves to stroke. These teases are to drive deeper into your brain and mush it up.
Throbbing with dick in your hand but I never gave you instruction to start stroking. Your hands are off your cock…. my cock. I own your cock.
Right now I just want you to stare at me while I tease you with my body. And I don’t want you stroking at all. Feeling that throbbing ache, letting it bounce and drip for me. Hands off enjoying the show. How hard and desperate are you for me to allow pumping? But you’re not stroking. You’re not pumping. You’re not fucking that f1st. Hands off of my cock because I would hate you to take a couple of pumps, explode and ruin my show. So we’re not ruing the show. We’re going to keep sitting there with our hands off my cock.
…okay, I’m ready to give it to you now.
Here we go… 10… 9… 8…
What do you think it will take for me to unzip my already very sheer lacy top and show you my tits? What are you going to do for me in order to have an even more clear and unobstructed view? You love hearing me talk about what it actually takes to see my tits because it’s a reminder that you really don’t deserve to see them. Of course you really want to see them but deep down inside you know that it’s more than you can handle. You’d rather pay me any price to have me tease and then deny you. You love my tits but you can’t have my tits. So now you watch my daring tease, you watch me unzip this top and wiggle my body in front of your face knowing my tits could pop out at any moment.
And you know I have to charge extra for all the little nip slips. The underserving moments you yearn to pay more for.
