No orgasm for you. Not yet. Just keep stroking to the sound of my voice, to the sensual sway of my body. Just keep edging yourself to me. It feels so good, doesn’t it? It’s enough to make any man blow. No, not yet. Hold it back. Don’t you dare cum. I haven’t given you permission. Not yet, not yet. When? Maybe soon. Maybe never… Maybe I’ll just never let you have an orgasm again. It’s such sweet torment living life on the edge. It’s such sweet torment giving control of your orgasms over to me. It’s everything you’ve ever wanted. It’s exactly what you need.
