“That’s it, baby, feel me sliding up and down, getting wetter and wetter for you. But you’re not going to cum, right? Because then the fun would be over and I’d have to punish you with the crop you’ve come to dread. So keep holding out and try not to imagine how fucking good it would feel to just let go and shoot all of that frustrated, pent-up into my tight pussy. How those 10-20 involuntary contractions would send pleasure shooting up your spine and through your brain. Milking out every… last…drop. Uh oh, are you having a hard time controlling yourself? That’s it, baby. Just give yourself to me. You don’t even remember why you were resisting, do you? Just feel me attacking your most sensitive spots, getting you closer and closer…that’s it…good boy. Cum for me…”
