I told you you could cum if you can keep your head up and staring at my fingers working your g-spot under your panties. I never said I wouldn’t slow down when you’re close. You didn’t realize the pleasure gets deeper the more fatigued your sexy abs become. The better it feels the weaker you become. The longer you clench, the better it feels.
Don’t worry, I’ll give you another chance. Head up, pet. Your exercises aren’t done yet.
“That’s it, relax, baby. Feel my folds envelop you…glide over your sensitive spot. The spot that makes you moan and groan with every pass. Yes, I know just how far down to go then right back over it as to not offer it…or you…any relief. Just deeper pleasure. More sensitivity.
I grip you tighter. There’s no escape. You can’t move, can’t even think anymore. You’ve lost count of the edges, which is fine. You’re my toy to tease and control. And we have a lot more time together tonight.”
Hold it.
Just a little more….you can take it before you spill over…just a little more…
[slows fingers and tongue down]
Closer…we can get you closer. Once you’re there just gentle taps on your clit to make you lose all language skills. I love how you start shaking EVERY TIME from the pleasure and the fight to keep from spilling over. The taps aren’t enough to send you over, nor do they allow a reprieve from the stimulation. The more I get to know your body, the better I’m able to keep you RIGHT THERE with subtle changes in speed and pressure. So by all means keep squirming. I’ll just hold you tighter as the taps continue…
You can take a little bit more. The edge can be finer. I can’t guarantee you don’t break soon. But that’s why you’ve come, yes? To have your brain shut off awhile? But perhaps you didn’t think a man could be THIS patient…THIS in tune with your body. I know it can’t lie, even as you try to mask your reactions to try and cum without me noticing. That nearly worked an hour ago, but since then not only have I come to recognize your “tells”, the pleasure has increased tenfold. There’s no masking it now. I intend to exploit that one…
edge…
…after…
…the…
…other.
When you finally DO cum (IF you cum), will I send you home or overwhelm your body will more than it can handle?
But those are questions for later.
Much later.
Now let’s see those eyes roll back again as you teeter on the edge yet again.
I know it’s getting harder to hold back. You’re so sensitive having been edged by my tongue so long. But this is where I love to be. Carefully keeping you one little lick away from spilling over and having the waves of orgasm come crashing down.
You never knew the tiniest of movements on the perfect spot on your clit could cause so much ecstasy. If only I’d give you a little more…
One of my favorite things to do is entice you to straddle my face as I tease you with the possibility of cumming. The problem is you always clench your thighs around my head when you’re about to cum, making it soooo easy to stop for a second and begin tiny taps on your clit that keep you
right
fucking
there.
Not only do I love to make you want to cum more than pretty much anything ever, I love equally when you come to realize what I’m doing, climb down, agressively put my arms and legs in the straps and begin to give me a taste of my own medicine. The lusty gaze and mischivious smile you give me let’s me know you’re going to make me feel as frustrated (or worse).
You know how when you’re reading a really good book you never want to put it down? Just keep going. Just a little more before you call it a night. An hour later you’re still going strong. Captivated by the words and the scene playing out in your head. That’s how I feel when I have you at a particularly fine edge, my tongue gently finding just the right spots on your clit to massage and tease. After every edge it’s “Maybe just ONE more.” But then when I feel your clit bouncing, your cunt squeezing and hear you try and stifle another moan I can’t help but think, “Maybe just ONE more.”
At this rate the novel of your denial is too good. I need to finish before letting you go. The twist? Another page gets written after every edge. There’s no end in sight. So I’m going to keep on “reading.”
You can expect a few hours of this. If your clit continues to twitch on the brink of cumming then I’m entertained.
Then we move to another brush. I only have 10 and I want to see which one(s) drive you the most insane. A few hour sample size is the only way to be absolutely sure. Now stop wiggling and let me get back to scienceing the fuck out of you.
I can feel your need, baby. Just a few seconds of this and you’re ready to explode. So let’s slow down…just a bit.
bonjourlapornographie 